Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Sixty-One
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Beating the alarm.
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Forcing down breakfast. Wishing for the return of a proper appetite.
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“It’s darkest before the sunrise…”
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This is the last thing I want to be doing.
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Maybe it is because I already know she is someone I can trust.
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She asks me what I need. But that is the problem. I can’t find enough space to even think about what I need. Besides a break. I just need a break.
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“Are you using your gifts?”
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It is clear that this is her talent. She is going to set records here.
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I tell her I feel like I’m just phoning it in.
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Start over tomorrow.