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“Dressed that way, he looked almost like any other New Yorker. It was only he nervous shifting of his eyes that hinted at discomfort, but not with the city, nor with being on land. With his own skin. No matter where we went, he never felt at home. I recognized that feeling. I'd inherited it.”

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Book:The Girl from Everywhere
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