Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Fifty-One
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I almost do not want to get up. But at least the headache is gone.
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Tea time.
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She asks us to set an intention or think of something we are grateful for. I inhale the scent of lemon oil on my hands.
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Probably should get me some ear pods.
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Fingers wrapped in foil. I lay my head down and close my eyes. I can’t fall asleep in the nail salon.
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Color 079.
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The thing is that it feels like there is no right way, no right place, no right time.
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Jackhammer.
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The sound of leaves blowing across the pavement.
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I start to leave but then remember that I have to stay. For the cheerleading.
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The front is blowing in. Can’t wait for a rainy Sunday.