Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Twenty-Eight
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Don’t forget the donuts.
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I chuckle to myself as I try to find containers with the reddest strawberries for this summery cake the winter baby always asks for.
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I tiptoe around the Christmas day trash still on the floor of her room to wake him up. He remembers to go back and get his water bottle.
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He looks surprised to see us here.
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I take him because I wanted to share with him this small but very important place where I spent a significant amount of time, where I learned a lot about myself and the experience of the past year of my life.
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Live Dungeness crab.
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Tomorrow is his last day.
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He asks me what I think the judges on the Great British Baking Show would say about my cake. “That the sponge is a little stoggy but tastes good.”
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They tell me to calm down and not respond until the next day.
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The day ended better than it started.