Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Eighty-Six
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In the dream, we have somehow ended up in the same town, in the same hotel. We act as if we don’t know one another. I have somehow fixed it in my head that everything will change if they eat my food. I will feed them until the feeling returns.
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3:35 am.
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What would one thousand, two hundred, and eighty-five of these look like printed out? I should try it.
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Blueberry scones because there is time. Bread for them because there is time. I had told him that the best thing about 3:30 am is the quiet that I have for my self.
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He says he’s not eating the scones. I tell him that the reason I put blueberries in them is because the last time I made scones, they were plain and HE ASKED ME FOR BLUEBERRIES! “I made these specifically for you!”
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“And it is not the kind of unlocking that causes everything to rush through in a torrent. This time it is a slow and steady burning. For the first time in a long time, I am not afraid of it.” - Note to self 1/13/21
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Resistance.
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OMG teenagers. Also: I’m really becoming an adult. Look at me complaining about teenagers.
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Everything I expected and also nothing like what I expected.
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I hope he loses his ticklishness.