Élodie Lavictoire

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She starts crying again, and she squeezes. And at that moment, I realize that if I have taken away a fraction of her pain, then I have more purpose than I have ever known. I’m not moving to London. I’m staying right here. I found my home. And it’s not New York or Seattle or London or even Los Angeles. It’s Gabby.
Maybe in Another Life
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