Ten.One Thousand, Seven Hundred & Thirty
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Cool.
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No breakfast, just hair.
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I give in. Bridgerton it is.
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Almost done.
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I stand outside with him and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. He’s talking about something but I am not really listening. I am just feeling.
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The sound of the wind through the trees.
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I tell them that at the next meeting I will apologize - not for what I said, but for not offering solutions.
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Still.
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“There seems to be no place in society for us except at the edge of things.”
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One more before bed.