And so this is Thanksgiving (sorry, John). And some of us are gathering around hearth and home, with friends and family, preparing to overeat outrageously, then diet frantically until Christmas, when the cycle begins all over again.
Some of us aren't so lucky: some of us are alone, and all the homey clichés presented on television and the web rub the wounds raw. All the perfect families gathered around the perfect tables, all the ads reminding us that every gift begins with Zales ... they remember the way it was for them, and think about all they have given up to be themselves.
This is for them. Happy Thanksgiving. Never give up.
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