She listens to him recount his recent visit to the British Museum and her heart aches.
She remembers when the British Museum used to be hers. Back when she had the luxury of visiting as often as she wanted. For periods as long or as short as she wanted. When she had no need to worry about seeing it all at once, as she knew she would be back again next week.
As she snaps out of her daydream and returns to the conversation at hand, her heart aches again as she realizes that she will one day feel the same about Manhattan.
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