Ten.Nine Hundred & Forty-Two
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1:32am.
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My eyes don’t even want to close, my head feels tight with thoughts. I tell myself to breathe and not freak out about being so wide awake.
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Mental list of what to do for work before leaving tomorrow.
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Fog so thick. Only scared because I don’t know these roads too well.
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Both coaches are black. This one still plays in a semi-pro league. “We want to grow them into young men. I’ll be your biggest critic but also your biggest fan.” This will be good.
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Yeah.
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Second baseball practice drop off. Fog still low and milky. He tells me that he didn’t even want to play. Too late for a refund. He’ll be fine.
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Car horns.
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They give me a round of applause.
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Never not anxious about travel.