I can't remember ever having a good Thanksgiving. My early childhood turkey days were marked by long drives to Pine Hill, Alabama, and the dank smell of the fellowship hall of the old Church of Christ. The highlights? My great-aunt Jenny's pecan pie and the graveyard outside, where I tried to figure out how/why individuals died
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if i give you a special notebook (like i have), will you write in it? memories and random quotes and stuff? i think you should carry one around. it would be amazing.
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