Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Sixty
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Already?
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I look out the window and see the thick, thick fog, the pale gray light of morning.
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Hot water in the mug.
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Where did I put it?
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“I just want a room,” I say.
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“I’m just about the path of least resistance today.”
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I needed that moment as much as she did.
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He calls and tells me the van blew past the gate. SOS.
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Head spinning.
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All of that for maybe nothing.
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It just helps to know I’m not alone.
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I stare out the window of the cart. Watercolor sky. On the plus side, I get to go home.
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All of the emotions and yet not feeling them at the same time.