Stumbling through the airport, my vision clouded by tears, I have no where to go and nothing to do for at least an hour, which is not helping me to calm down. Then, I find my salvation - I'm standing in front of a wall of English books. Not sure how I got here or if this is even real, I'm practically drooling over the books, newspapers, and magazines full of English words. Pouring over the words is like a balm to my soul.
In the end, I buy 2 newspapers, 4 magazines, and 1 book: $40 worth of English language information bound to carry me through the news few days.
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