She collected relationships like stamps in a passport. Each represented a different place, some good and some bad. There were some that were fun and carefree, some brought out her wild side and she let herself loose. Some spawned a creative and thoughtful side and some made her pensive and aloof. Some just made her homesick and sad. She continued collecting them because, unlike a passport, she never became full.

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