The nuns. They judge me. 

The nuns at the farmers market food donation stand gave me several fliers for their church’s Thanksgiving dinner, in case I “knew anyone who’d be alone.”

I’m trying not to read too much into this, but thanks, nuns, for kicking in the seasonal depression early!

(Kidding. I actually love spending Thanksgiving alone. Helps me save up my fake family merriment for Christmas.)

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