Once again, alone for Christmas. Grown kids 1500 miles away, sitting in a motel room in a new city, on call for my job, kind of wishing for a call to go to work, hopefully to have someone to talk to. This sucks big time.
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Once again, alone for Christmas. Grown kids 1500 miles away, sitting in a motel room in a new city, on call for my job, kind of wishing for a call to go to work, hopefully to have someone to talk to. This sucks big time.
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