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Charlie stared down at the sad boxed lunch provided on day three of his conference. how many turkey sandwiches with a side of crisps and a dry cookie could he force himself to eat.
One more day until he was home.
he could do this.
Nick: How’s the conference?
Charlie: I miss your home cooked dinners.
Charlie: I miss our bed.
Charlie: I miss you.
Nick: Well, I'm preparing all your favorite foods for when you get back.
Charlie smiled, breaking off a bit of chocolate chip cookie and popping it into his mouth.
One day left. He’s got this.
