There’s an air of melancholy that encircles every heavy step made when coming back after a holiday. I suppose it doesn't help, waking up to a beaming Italian sun
She’d thought about this moment, imagined it, for years, but she’d never expected what happened, or rather what would happen, when she came home to share the most joyous, happiest news of her life.
78 wasn't very different from 77, he found himself thinking, as he sat alone in the room, the day after his birthday. He barely knew what to do with his Tuesdays anymore. The lilies on the windowsill were wilting.
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