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The chair moves, the lights come on and a small button is pushed. The square box on the desk comes alive. All of a sudden there is a blinking message. The Chat has begun. Several gals from across the country are up and running on their computers and forming a bond that is unexplainable. Some of these gals have been chatting for over 5-6 years, they have lost count. All they do know is that they look forward to their frequent chats, share good times, bad times, joy and sorrow. Each one lifts the spirits of the others. There are tears at times, tho they can not be seen; they can be typed and read. |
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