"- It's as if I'm a visiting memory in their lives, a few days just to remember what it used to be like. I feel like a ghost, observant but afraid to touch, to interfere beyond a certain extent.
- But aren't you happy to be back home?
- I am, but it's not home anymore."
- But aren't you happy to be back home?
- I am, but it's not home anymore."
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