With a sandwich clutched under one arm and a diet coke and suit case in the other, I boarded the Regional Rail line number 182. The train was bound for New York City, but I had smaller fish to fry in Philadelphia. I had been home for the weekend celebrating Fathers Day and my brother’s engagement. Fathers Day was nice. I don’t know where I’d be
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love your guts for the rest of your life like it or not!
miss you more than you will ever know... a peice of me on the way back to Philly
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we miss and love you...we want to go canoeing and fishing soon so carry your large ass to the green mountain state :)
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