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"I forgot to tell you, my relative, that my love, the city Homs, was destroyed. There is no reason that you would take any interest in that. Nothing ties you to it. You never traced lines on its sidewalks to play hopscotch with the neighborhood kids, you never carried a tray of food over to your neighbors there, and you never walked down its streets in adulthood, with guys calling out to you. Nor was your...
