The Black-Capped Chickadees are home, Mother. I can hear them singing in the morning, Father.
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And thank you for sharing your story of the sacred meal that you partake in with your co-workers. I actually think of you quite enviously there and have sometimes fancifully imagined myself moving out there to Edmonton to take your job while you're not there. :) But that would be silly if you're not there, so I'll simply have to come dine there sometime while you are there or we can just enjoy it together. If I work at a restaurant this fall, I would kill for a job like yours. (Rubs her hands together to see what magic she can do...)
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And thank you for sharing your story of the sacred meal that you partake in with your co-workers. I actually think of you quite enviously there and have sometimes fancifully imagined myself moving out there to Edmonton to take your job while you're not there. :) But that would be silly if you're not there, so I'll simply have to come dine there sometime while you are there or we can just enjoy it together. If I work at a restaurant this fall, I would kill for a job like yours. (Rubs her hands together to see what magic she can do...)
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