Thanksgiving

This Thanksgiving Morning Was Awful

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It’s Thanksgiving morning, and I’m sitting by myself at my IKEA kitchen island, eating two perfectly toasted Trader Joe’s crumpets with two perfectly fried eggs on top, drinking a cup of a maple autumn light roast with whole milk.

I’m sobbing. It’s not the Thanksgiving morning I envisioned. This one was the loneliest one yet. Even lonelier than the one…