Ten.One Thousand, Five Hundred & Eighty
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3:28am.
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Side effects?
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I sit
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I have a good idea where it is, but it’s too dark to go looking for it.
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An attempt, at least.
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Wet leaves on the sidewalk. Yellow and brown and red. There is no sunshine here yet.
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Her face contorts itself as we relay the story and it’s her reaction that is validating.
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Will just haunt them instead.
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“I’m not going to cry at work,” I say to myself as I walk up the drive.
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There is still so much for them to learn.
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Not hungry, but hungry.