Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Eighty-Four
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Already time?
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Cold V8 juice. Dark skies. Water.
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Ghosts in the trees, that’s what the fog looks like.
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I get only a thin rectangle of words onto the screen before I need to make breakfast. But it
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We get a few rounds of UNO in before they have to leave for school.
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Once I get to the bottom of the hill, I turn the volume up, way up.
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“This time, it only took me one minute to get out of the driveway,” I say. He chuckles. These days, getting a teenager to laugh at your corny jokes is the highlight of the day.
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Oh boy. I hope this dude knows how this post sounds. But why does Nextdoor always tell you more than you want to know?
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He makes the brownies almost by himself.
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The dialogue in this is the worst.