I'm sitting in my office at work. People are bustling back and forth,
going about important business... mostly. It's my lunch time. Soon it
will be over. Hopefully no one comes to see me in the next few
minutes; that would be embarrassing - even for a guy like me. You see,
while those folks are being busy bees, they are oblivious to the tears
rolling down my face. Sitting at my PC, I'm crying quietly; tears falling on
my keyboard like it were some futuristic equivalent of a glass of beer. Can't be good for it.
I am probably not through needing you, mother. So try not to die, OK?
09 October 2008
I love you, Mom.
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I'm not going anywhere soon. I love that you need me. That was a very sad thing Mr. Savage had to endure.
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