Ten.One Thousand, Seven Hundred & Fifty-Seven
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Up before the alarm. Feels like a punishment.
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Should I leave and get milk? I scour the pantry for what I can cobble together to make a breakfast. Only eggs, no bacon. Three pieces of toast, but two are the ends and no one will eat those. Six packets of instant oatmeal - sugar and spice - the kind no one likes.
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He wakes up and asks me to go to the store.
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Big red-tailed hawk flies up and sits on the line as I cross the bridge. I take it as a sign.
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Insight. Power. Truth. Vision.
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Cold, but doable. Maybe ate too much?
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Over and over again.
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What is my responsibility in this?
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2019 Olivia Brion Tempranillo. Burgers with gouda and candied bacon.
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I should have just let them have the milkshake.