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walking through the door late yet again. taylor had certain felt his age lately. a man that should have been able to retire soon at his age but yet due to the life his children had thrown him into was forced to work well past when he should. he kept his complaints to himself. it would do no good and likely hurt his grandkids he had now had custody of for the last two years. the twins were good kids, as good as eight year olds could be of course. though taylor had certainly never thought he would be raising children again at his age. it all took so much out of him but he tried to keep his self positive to the world. as he sat his keys down he kicked off his shoes and made his way into his house. "i'm sorry i'm late." it felt like it was becoming a recurring phrase over the last month. "one of my cooks walked out tonight and friday's are always our busiest nights." he confessed.
