Ten.Five Hundred & Twenty-Seven
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Please let it not be time to get up already. Oh, just. 1:04 am. I can go back to bed.
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It’s just me. I set out the cinnamon bread from Trader Joes, plates, the toaster, softened butter, a bowl of grapes, a cut up apple. The extra effort is worth it. This is the first time we’ve all sat down to eat breakfast together in a long time.
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Today, he leaves before we do.
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It says there’s a 24 minute slow down but that I’m still on the fastest route.
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And then there’s a turbine. The fog is still so thick and for a minute I feel like the earth is being invaded by giant aliens.
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The cows are right up against the fence.
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Not perfection, but excellence.
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More flashcards. She asks me if I’m ready to be tested yet. No, not yet. I tell her to give me a few more weeks and then we can start.
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The chicken parmigiana is a little bland. Needed more salt. But I’m the only one who seemed to notice. He picked a good night to be gone for dinner.
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There is room for everything.