Ten.One Thousand, Seven Hundred & Seventy-One
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Warm.
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A flash of sharp pain above the left eye.
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It’s not a conversation I want to have, but it is necessary. The look on their face makes my heart hurt and yet I know I’m doing the right thing. But I’m still a little nauseous.
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But will anyone use it?
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She asks me if I’m still using the nightguard. I tell her no. I left that job and once I left that job I was able to actually open my mouth. “That’s great. But you’re still grinding and clenching so hard you’re loosening the ligaments that hold your teeth.” Great.
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But at least we tried.
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But did they forget?
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Remember that most people are not trying to purposefully do harm.
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Phone buzz. Fire on Pope Street. Two acres. Five acres. We leave to pick them up from the middle school. A grayish cloud of smoke rising from the hill. Three engines drive past us. It’s not that windy. I am not worried but I am reminded to get the go-bags ready.
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I remind him that you get what you give.