Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Eight
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What is that noise? Is it his breathing? No. It’s almost frightening, like someone trying to scream. Must be some kind of animal.
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The cry-squawk-screech continues.
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The drive is easy. Reverse commute this time of day. Only two hot air balloons staggered across the horizon.
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She looks familiar but she also has a mask on, so who knows.
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Can I do it?
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The sheep are here. The sheep are here.
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It’s done. And now I wonder if I should even write the words.
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They ask me how the game went. “We lost by 4. We were this close. But we did keep them from scoring.”
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I think they can do it.
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Sigh. No ice cream.