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*sighs*
The 12-year-old scotch came out last night. It seemed fitting, good Irishman Jack was -
Then, this morning, it hits me. They've known me since I was 15 - that's thirty years.
Thirty years of answering the phone and saying "Oh hi, let me get Marian for you."
And he won't be doing that anymore.
It's the little things. Yanno.
*sighs* Pick it up and get it moving, Donna. You got work to do.
...yeah, yeah.
Then, this morning, it hits me. They've known me since I was 15 - that's thirty years.
Thirty years of answering the phone and saying "Oh hi, let me get Marian for you."
And he won't be doing that anymore.
It's the little things. Yanno.
*sighs* Pick it up and get it moving, Donna. You got work to do.
...yeah, yeah.
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and bite you just to let you know it can, and the grief is as real
and as painful as *right now*.) Hugs offered.