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... ath him like a familiar but distant memory. He had not been back to his homeland since he had left for Dortmund, and the sight of the sun-drenched plains and the rugged mountains stirred a strange mixture of emotions within him. It was a feeling of nostalgia, of longing, of a connection to a past that he had left behind, but that would always be a part of him.
He thought of Isabella, of her smile, of her laugh, of the way she made him feel like he was the only person in the world. He wis ...
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