Ten.One Thousand, Three Hundred & Eighty-Seven
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The hum of the frost fans.
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Owl.
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They don’t have what I need.
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“Do you feel unsafe?” “No. I just feel uncomfortable.” He reminds me that we chose this place, that we just need to find our right people. I remember that it will take time. A lot more time. It hasn’t even been a year yet.
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I lay in bed and watch an episode of Ghost Hunters. He comes up and turns on the Cubs. I fall asleep.
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I sleep for almost six hours and I am still tired.
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Chicken noodle soup.
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We head to the market for a loaf of bread. The guy checking out across from us is wearing a Trump 2020 mask. On the way back to the car, a big black pick-up truck with a black and white American flag, one line half red and blue.
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All the cara caras are gone.
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2020 Raft Jonquile.