Ten.Nine Hundred & Sixty-Four
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The birds again.
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The smell of coffee, the sound of him playing with his X-wing fighter, the burst of heat coming through the vent.
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Celery juice.
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I finally commit to getting myself to the yoga class and it’s cancelled. It’s cancelled!
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Her face, her voice, her laugh. I let out all that’s been happening in the last month. All of this has happened just in February! I try to talk about Resistance Served and what it was and what it means to me. “It sounds like it was a coming home.” Yes, that’s exactly what it was. It was like coming home.
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I take her to the store for more jeans. We can’t decide on the appropriate length for shorts. I won’t let her get press-on nails. I try to be logical about it, “but like, you’re playing softball. How are you supposed to play softball with press-on nails? They’ll never last.” Tweens.
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She’s pouty. Maybe I ought to plan a day of thrifting. We can talk about consumerism in a different way, how we can shop based on values, and how she can create unique looks and her own style by avoiding the traditional mall-like stores. Parenting.
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Popcorn for lunch.
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He tells me he’s proud of me and excited for me. I just feel nerves. Like Linda said, “You got a big-girl job.”
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Fish tacos. Sparkling wine. I should eat more. I’ll be hungry when I wake up.