Ten.One Thousand, Seven Hundred & Twenty-Three
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Are there even enough coffee beans to make a decent pot?
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I never know how to dress for these kinds of mornings. How much longer until I am too hot?
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We head up Howell Mountain Road and I find myself a little breathless as I try to talk and walk.
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“This Road is Very Closed.”
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I scan the email and breathe a sigh of relief.
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I sit outside in the sun while he shoots around in the gym. I hear the ball bouncing on the floor. He hasn’t stopped. I wish he would feel the same way about baseball.
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Cravings.
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Red wine every where.
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Should shift this thought.
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He calls and asks for a sleepover. I laugh. I knew it was coming.