Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Eight
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I can’t remember exactly what happened in the dream, I just know that it’s worth trying to replicate.
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I find the leftover coffee from yesterday’s stop at The Station and pour it into a mug. If I add cream and sugar will it not taste like day-old coffee?
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The darkness.
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It feels like pressure.
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Another alien story.
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Droplets on browning leaves. Raisanated grape clusters clinging to the vines. Everything is wet and sleepy.
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Babka and chai. He is even more interesting in person. Smart. Smarter than smart.
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Four caramels and an Italian batard.
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The thudding of balls against the floor and the chatter and the laughter.
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Patience.