Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-Seven
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3:08 am.
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Did I beat Kerry? Nope.
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Deviated from plan.
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They are talking to me but all I can hear the sound of the forklift machine. Nothing is making sense in my head. Apologizing.
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I’m just so tired.
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We stand outside and wait for coffee. “I miss staying at the North Block.” But then again, this is my home. Like, it’s literally down the road. How blessed am I?
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A big pile of acorns. Nuts.
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All of a sudden so many last-minute requests. Funny, but not not. I yell about them. “Are you yelling at me or at them?” “Them. I’m just tired.”
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No cheese for the pasta. Frozen pizzas.
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I realize I kept saying her name wrong and that she kept trying to correct me. Not “Lucienne.” “Lucent." Like the light bulb. Right. I blame the masks. And, I’m just so tired.