Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Thirty-Four
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Cold but not that cold. He is colder than me.
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Slices of grapefruit on a white plate. I feel my heart rate increase a bit as I drizzle the evoo over it. I sprinkle the Maldon salt. This is the closest I’ve come to cooking in quite some time.
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I should get that paperwork in.
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I eat while I cook the hash browns and sausage.
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I sit in between them and am quite certain that I smell like sausage.
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Coffee. Should not be having anymore.
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Done for now.
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Ah! Another article for the magazine. A sign from the universe.
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These hours just slip away.
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He asks me what my goals are. I say two of them and even as I say them they sound so boring and practical and not honest. Earlier today I said I wanted to find The Dreamer in me.