Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Forty-One
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Beat her again.
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Pages fill up quickly. Turkey and mashed potatoes and gravy before coffee.
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”Everything reminds you of fire, ” I write.
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Her. Always so good to be with her.
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I describe the first few days and notice how I drift away and everything is so vivid. I wonder if this is what she meant by ”post-traumatic stress disorder.”
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He says I can get it today.
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Study. Make notes. Test the printer. Should have bought the paper cutter back when I thought I was going to be a homeschooler.
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But really, it's just a beautiful place. There's no getting around it.
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But what if we embraced the connection instead of deviating from it so much?
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Efficiencies. Must increase efficiencies.
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Stumped my the riddles. ”We can't even get the ’medium’ ones right.”