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>Getting all misty in transit

>I’ve been reading The Time Traveler’s Wife while flying between Minneapolis and San Antonio. It’s been a long time since a book has captured my emotions in this way. Every few chapters I come across a passage that makes my stomach drop and my eyes well up with salty droplets. I feel so silly sitting there, crying briefly in the airline terminal, in my seat on the plane, on a bench waiting for the hotel shuttle. It’s wonderful.

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