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Jack has no idea what day it is in the bar when he walks in; it's just an ordinary spring day outside for him. Well, almost ordinary.
Anyway, he hasn't a clue about the whole Thanksgiving thing until he heads to the bar and along with his usual coffee, Bar gives him a slice of pumpkin pie. It takes him a minute to figure out, but he smiles when he does. It may not be Thanksgiving outside, but he does have something to be thankful for, even if it it's still rather bittersweet.
Earlier that day, his realtor had called with an offer for his cabin, an offer that he's accepted. There's still all the paperwork to do, the buyers need the mortgage set up and he needs to pack up or sell what little he has, except for the main pieces of furniture. Still, it's official; he's moving.
He's going home.
Anyway, he hasn't a clue about the whole Thanksgiving thing until he heads to the bar and along with his usual coffee, Bar gives him a slice of pumpkin pie. It takes him a minute to figure out, but he smiles when he does. It may not be Thanksgiving outside, but he does have something to be thankful for, even if it it's still rather bittersweet.
Earlier that day, his realtor had called with an offer for his cabin, an offer that he's accepted. There's still all the paperwork to do, the buyers need the mortgage set up and he needs to pack up or sell what little he has, except for the main pieces of furniture. Still, it's official; he's moving.
He's going home.