Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Ninety-Two
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Not how the day was supposed to go.
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“But here we are.”
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The tender colors of this morning’s sunrise.
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I drive up to the cafeteria, fill up three to-go cups - two with coffee and one half-full of oat milk.
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Cold.
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We really do talk a lot. It’s probably best that she doesn’t live here otherwise we’d never get anything done.
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Everything they are saying is everything I knew they would say and have already said. What is the compromise? How do we get to where we need to be with a sense of ease?
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Yes. I think this is going to be okay.
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The last home game of the year. The coldest game of the year. I will be happy to have my Friday nights back, but I will miss it.
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Proud.