Ten.Nine Hundred & Twenty-Eight
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That red light. It must not be Christmas lights. Must be something else.
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Plaid. Seems appropriate for today.
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I push the error out of my mind. It doesn’t really matter. It does. But it doesn’t. But it does. And yet it doesn’t.
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I didn’t cook the egg.
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He offers to go and get coffee. This is a good idea.
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So much giggling. Alone. In the car. Still some snow on top of the mountains. What is the name of this range?
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Why is she calling me? Why does he want to speak with me? What is going on here? Am I making a mistake? I don’t think I am. But it’s an easy fix. Right?
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Liminal Space. Still there. And yet saved a little by this conversation and also the magic of the internet.
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But yeah, when will I stop?
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I stick my body half out of the door, watch the steam come off my body. It’s so quiet. Cloud cover but still a little light from the moon.