Ten.Seven Hundred & Twenty-Seven
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I’ve slept in.
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Sore. Arms, legs, a little bit of the back. Must be from the jumping and trying to dunk on that basketball hoop.
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She’s rubbing her neck through her robe, saying she’s sore. We’re all sore, dear.
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At least it won’t be too hot today. I’ll be able to manage in this weather. Now if I can only keep my eyes from itching.
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How big they get. I haven’t seen any cows this close to the fence in so long. I wish I could stop an take a picture of them. Their coats look so shiny in the morning sun.
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This is rollerskating music.
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I tell her that the best part about working the lounge is that I have to practice saying “no.” That I’m able to do it with my kids but not with strangers but I’m getting better at being comfortable saying it. I like rules. Rules create order. And I need order.
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He asks me how people have been treating me today. I tell him, so far, so good. “It’s just that I used to work retail and I remember how mean people can be.” “You’re right. Last Saturday was that way. Thankfully, I’m getting through today unscathed.”
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I think of where he was when he was my age and then where he is now. There is still time.
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Ok. But what is it exactly that needs changing?