Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Four
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We weren’t actually out of coffee.
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What’s up with my podcasts not playing?
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Hashbrowns and sausage. But water first.
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He waves at another car passing by. He says he loves this little town. I smile to myself. I get it. I get the feeling. I also feel the feeling.
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So many bags.
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Why do I look so shiny? Maybe I should draw the blinds.
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I tell him that I know what to do. I will write. They will know that they did not win. This is not about winning.
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Can barely remember the last time I used my camera. It feels good to be making again.
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I start to tear up a little bit while formulating my awards banquet speech. “Coaching your girls has helped me to be a better mother,” I say to myself. We’re almost done. What will I do when it’s over?
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It’s no Inishi Kitchen.