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gottagobye
she sits and ponders the dude...
11-7
- I'm so far away from here.
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- But I'm still...
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- I can see my feet sitting there in front of me. I can see myself
sitting here. My mind is on some tropical beach, tall glass sweating
away the cold of what's inside..
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- but I can still...
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My legs are there in front of me, running down like tree roots to my
feet, keeping me from sinking into the green and white flecked
carpet.
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- I'm losing vacation time every second. Around here, you have to
schedule vacation time in advance - just so everyone can know when
everyone else will be out. No matter what, at least one of us has to
be here.
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- I need to schedule my time, but my plans are in flux. I don't know
what I'm doing or when I want to do it, so I I can't request the time
yet -- but the longer I wait, the less available time there is...
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- I'm still....
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- Perhaps I should just mark some time off in the books and then go
home
and say "this is the opening, where do we want to go?" But plans with
family are plans within plans around the plans of others. I should
just put my foot down and say "here are the days, this is when we're
going."
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- I should take action, but
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- I'm still.
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When will everyone be in one place?
When's a good time to go?
Can
they put us up for a night?
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- There's only one thing I want to do, but I can't do it.
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I'm still...
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here.
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