Ten.One Thousand, Four Hundred & Ninety-Two
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4:32. Here we go again.
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Maybe just a cake instead of muffins.
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This is taking forever.
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Shift in plans to take care of the thing I don’t want to take care of.
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I tell her that it’s gotten even worse, that I could barely eat breakfast because my jaw keeps popping in and out of place.
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I pause on the way down to take in the view: rows of green vines, large stainless steel tanks off in the distance (Beringer?), peaked barn roofs.
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I really have no poker face.
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Ultimately, sadness. A little bit of fear.
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Go and find the ones that will make you smile.
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I just don’t want to break any more of this tooth.