Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Thirteen
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Another rough night of dreams.
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5:30am without the alarm. I lay in bed and wait.
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Slow it down.
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The answer is, “nothing.”
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We ask him to meet us at the restaurant in town. He eats nothing. Just like a moody teen.
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Nap.
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I thought we had learned the lesson.
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It’s the little things. It’s always the little things.
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Carnitas. Elote. Black beans. Chips and salsa.
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I don’t want to fall asleep.