Ten.One Thousand, Five Hundred & Fifty-Nine
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Heater on.
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Why do these feel so tight?
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I make a batch of oatmeal and proceed to eat soup for breakfast instead.
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Still lots of pleasure from a good iron.
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Last day of fruit. I take a moment to take it in. The light. The yellowing of the leaves. The clear sky. The cool breeze. The quiet before the storm.
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This is going to be a challenge.
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“You’re going to come back after you put the kids to bed, right?”
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I tell him I’m considering it.
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“Tired, coach?” I tell her that I haven’t been in high school in almost twenty years. She makes a face. “Oh yeah, I’m old enough to be your mother. That’s why I’m out of shape.
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Maybe ice cream.