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The flight back home for me was pretty short. One minute, Fabian and I were boarding the plane. The next, we were coming down and driving back to the Lewis household. I think the journey felt so short because I managed to turn off my anxiety during that trip. I knew that if I spent most of my time thinking about what I must do, then maybe the eighteen-hour flight would have felt like thirty hours. But Fabian and I just talked. We spoke about simple things that maybe very close friends who didn't hide anything from each other would say.
"How much do you think you have changed from when you were a teenager till now—like the thoughts that you’ve had about life entirely?" Fabian asked. He relaxed more closely in the chair. I just smiled at him because I wasn't sure what I was to say abou
