“You may not love your hometown, but your hometown loves you, somehow.”
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I’ve lived all 21 years of my life in Florida, a state with which I’ve forged a hostile relationship. I am always dreaming about living elsewhere, romanticizing the day I escape from my university, my hometown, and the negative memories wrought in each locale. Yesterday, I was slammed with a revelation, brought to life by a Mark Twain quote.
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