Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Sixty
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Do I really need to go to the grocery store today?
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Out of the corner of my eye, a flash of bright blue of the morning sky.
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So many baskets.
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We stand on the sidewalk and he leans in closer and says, “…but this is why we live in California, right?” I nod my head in agreement. Sunny skies and 70 degrees in late January does not suck.
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I tell the coach that last year I was at one of these parks every day of the week. Every. Day. Oh, boy.
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Website is live.
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Maybe, someday, I would like a small vineyard.
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I make a pitstop at the olive oil store and walk the shells. There might be fifty kinds of pasta, all kinds of Italian foodstuffs, oils, and vinegars. I grab a big bag of grissini and have her cut me a large chunk of Gruyere.
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They do seem excited.
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Is there no room for honesty?