Yes.
Somehow I made it back home.
Everything's the same here as it's always been.
I come home, my mom tries to force feed me,
and now I'm going to bed.
I can hear her doing dishes in the kitchen.
I'd forgotten how easy it is to hear absolutely everything in this apartment...
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Welcome to Sweden then. If I am to stumble down to visit my brother or something like that, I might pop in at Kompassen and say "hej".
welcome back~
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