Ten.One Thousand, Seven Hundred & Ninety-Four
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Dog. Again.
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The in-between.
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Too many mistakes. Too late.
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The moment of silence feels particularly long. I am okay with it.
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I really did try to keep this from happening. As the words are coming from my lips, I know I should not be saying this. But still, it is an apology and also a vent.
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How long does one get to escape the consequences of their duplicities? To shove the blame of the chaos onto someone else?
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More and more and more meetings. Very little work.
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Of course, as soon as I cancel, they want to come. It is human nature to want what you can’t have.
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More cookbooks.
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It isn’t perfect. Nothing is.