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November 4, 2007
Along comes thanksgiving. Sixteen days.
I still donít know if anyone's coming in, Laura canít seem to remember her name from one day to the next, let alone the holidays, which she hates, and i miss my mom.

Oh, my mom. Sheís farther away now than before it seems. There are two-thousand three-hundred and sixty miles between us. There have been for months now. So why is it that i feel ten times that many separate us now?

Itís the holidays i guess, same old story.
I like this time of year, i do, but still thereís this.