I know it's not my life that has to be decided in 2 weeks, but I selfishly can't help but feel the wretched stress for him. I don't want him to go, I want work to tell him no they can't give him the concessions he needs to move, I want him to find the job op in the city, I want him to STAY I want him to not leave...
I... I need him. And I can't have him be half way across the country. Ironically, someone else is thinking the same thing as me...
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