Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Eighty-Seven
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Still dark.
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What’s the first thing on the list?
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She texts me a picture of a coffee pot and I am on my way.
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Coyote medicine.
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I tell her that I could almost cry because now I know that I am not the only one. It’s really not just me.
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I take a peek at the scoreboard between quarters and nod my head. This is a close game.
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So much gratitude.
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The first thing she says to me is, “when are we moving to the floor?”
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Hair day.
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Something needs to change.