Ten.One Thousand, Five Hundred & Thirteen
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I open my eyes and look at the windows. Still dark.
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But no more dreams about the forklift.
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Double-check the schedule.
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Something is off. I try to ignore it.
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Sneak peeks at beautiful things. The sun is out. At this moment, the sky is clear and the light is thin. It looks like fall.
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We don’t make it all the way down the hill and maybe it’s a good thing.
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Well, I might as well just say it.
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“This isn’t it, is it?” They tell me where to go next. Just follow the road around the curve. I make it out of the gate and then turn. But I’m still not sure.
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“Did you find it okay.” “No. But I left early enough so that I could get lost and still be on time,” I say.
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Not ready for that. Am I ready for anything?