...things have got so bad that i decide to go home , home home, mum and dad home, congealing gravy and Songs of Praise home. It was waking up in the middle of the night and wondering where i belonged that did it: i dont belong at home, and i dont want to belong at home, but at least home is somewhere i know.
chapter 11
High Fidelity
Nick Hornby
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