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Home. A strange word to think about. The house I grew up in was never home, and I had left it as soon as I could. After that, I had moved through a series of temporary places. Dorm rooms, cheap apartments, two months on a friend`s couch when things were tight. Most of them had been no more than addresses. None of those places felt like mine.

Watching Marin unpack was like watching a very precise whirlwind. She seemed like chaos, but everything wound up folded and hung, neat and exactly where she wanted it.

it was hard to put the past behind you when the past was living down the hall