Ten. One Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Six
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Mid-week slump.
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Soup for breakfast. I dump tortilla chips and shredded cheddar and cilantro into the bottom of the bowl before adding two ladles of chicken tortilla soup.
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Where are my Collins glasses?
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I like his energy, too.
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It’s finished.
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I try to move about quietly, finding the right angles, the best way to be unobtrusive. “I’m taking pictures of *****,” I say to myself. “Who is going to eat all of this cheese?”
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I’m still not entirely sure that I know what I’m doing. But also I do.
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It’s finished.
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Sounds like a gunshot. Do I even know what a gunshot sounds like?
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2017 Tablas Creek Espirit Blanc. 2017 Mt. Brave Cabernet Franc.