Nearly 1200 miles.
Twelve hours.
Two layovers.
One flight of stairs to another Thanksgiving with the family.
I smell turkey, but I am chicken.
I am Cone Alone.
Steps. Family.
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Nearly 1200 miles.
Twelve hours.
Two layovers.
One flight of stairs to another Thanksgiving with the family.
I smell turkey, but I am chicken.
I am Cone Alone.
Cone Alone 