Ten.One Thousand, Four Hundred & Twenty-Three
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A little bit of fog.
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I need about 3 more pairs of these pants.
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Her face! Her voice. Her laugh. I miss her. Before we end our call, we mention the possibility of another gathering. That feels good to me.
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Red lips and red hat. We talk about the desire to build wealth as a means of creating change. How that desire used to not seem as urgent as it is now. I think of how far we’ve both come.
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“More is coming…”
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Our conversations are always deep, smart, real.
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For a minute, I envision us accidentally lighting the tablecloth on fire.
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Restored. What else could matter more than this?
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Now is not the time, but it is coming soon.
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I hear myself ranting. What am I trying to prove? Who am I trying to convince?