Ten.One Thousand, Five Hundred & Twenty-Eight
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So, so dark.
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Sourdough toast, bacon, a scrambled egg, tall glass of orange juice, coffee. Quick work on the computer.
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Every morning, right around this time, I start to feel my heart race. Probably the coffee.
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In some ways, I will miss the two of us working together like this.
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After the first two, I find my rhythm. I thank them for their help. He tells me he likes the way I do pumpovers: “You’re so clean.” Well, the tanks are clean but my pants are covered in wine.
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I forget that there’s no nozzle on the hose and soak myself with hot water. The only thing I can do is laugh.
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I laugh some more.
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Conference call in the pick-up line.
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A glimpse of sunset through the trees. Muted bands of orange and pink and blue layered behind rugged shadowy mountains and trees. “This is why we came here.”
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The road twists and turns so much that I worry I will get carsick.
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He admits that he was crying because he was scared we were going to run out of gas on the road.
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Ice cream while we wait.
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“It’s been a long day,” he says.
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I ask him a question before realizing his eyes are closed.