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It was just an hour from when I got her message to when I arrived. Just an hour. Now, looking back, it seems almost impossible that there was just an hour of intermission between my old life to my new reality.
By Edward Cantor: In a way, my trip could be described as crossing the ocean just to be taken. It wasn’t really that simple, but it was a rather fun way to think of it.