Ten.Seven Hundred & Sixty-Two
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Oh no.
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I thought there were donuts but there are none. There will be frowns about this.
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Going to work feels easier today. Maybe because I know I’m off tomorrow.
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Big hair. Don’t care. But I also don’t want to do the work of this for very much longer.
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Margaret Atwood reading Alice Munro. Yes, please.
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We talk about food. About empanadas and the importance of a good pastry. Of pies, both sweet and savory. Of pierogies. Of peach cobbler, apple and pear tarts, and crisps. I’m getting hungry.
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Hot.
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It must be the heat that’s scrambled my brain because I can’t remember anything or hear anything or see anything right now.
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Turbine shadows on the golden hills.
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Still getting requests for tucking in.