{She dusted the old music box her then best friend had given her, and for the life of all things holy she couldn't remember the name of the person she willingly shared her childhood with.
"Most definitely started with N.. or not.", she twisted her face and the music box to look for inscriptions or whatever the heart of a 7 year would have left on it to remember them by.
"Ahaa!", she had found it. A little glimmer of hope. Hope, apparently, came in the form of "H & Nutty forvrr". A dainty smile, dipped in nostalgia, tickled the edge of her lips as she slowly repeated, "Nutty.. That was a ridiculous name." Indeed, the name was ridiculous. Given to her because she was found nibbling on almonds, on occasions more than one.
"H? Fuck, I don't remember at all." The realization came crashing down on her like a house of cards. Just enough to crush her spirit, but do no fatal harm.
"I don't remember you H, but I think I'm gonna call you Home."
She had read it on someone's cubicle above the picture of their bitter half, in her drab, grey office - “For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”}
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