Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Eighty-Four
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Uh-oh. 4:00am. Might as well get up.
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Feels like an instant ramen kind of morning.
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He asks me if I want coffee. I hesitate. I shouldn’t but I will.
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I am still feeling out of sorts.
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I grab salad and two slices of pizza and sneak out of building. The ladies on the podcast call it an Irish exist, but I’m pretty sure it’s racist to say that.
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I feel much better after our conversation. I stare out at the vineyard and turn on the music and turn off the crime.
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Plan of attack.
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I tell him that it’s take-out tonight.
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Wait. Did I scare her? I just couldn’t muster up the energy to pretend.
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Owl.