Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Twenty-Three
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3:46am. This will be a long day.
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4:48am.
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Almost too cold to have the door open.
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Black dirt on my hands.
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The sunrise is reflecting off the windows of the neighbor’s house. Rose-gold light.
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We find someone to give them haircuts.
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I tell him that I’ve reached the point of overwhelm where I can’t even think. I just keep walking from room to room, staring around.
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I need something different.
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I had said I wasn’t going to help anyone move the furniture but there’s a baby in the car and its crying for its mother and so I tell her to take care of the child. I help her partner load it all into the back of his truck, give them a blanket so that the drawers won’t bang against the glass of the cab. I see in them my self from so many years ago: a young family with a young child trying to make it all work.
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Tomorrow.