Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Seventy-Five
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Valentine’s Day. 
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I check the store hours to see if it is too early to go in. I am fine. They open at 5am. I settle on one cookie and cake and a tray of small cupcakes. There are no more actual cards, so this will have to suffice. 
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Why am I making bacon and nothing else? 
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I had forgotten how much I need this form of expression. 
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He comes out of the room to say he doesn’t feel good and there are two tiny tears coming out of his eyes. And I know he means it because this kid never misses a party. 
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Adjust. 
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I set up camp in his room: computer plus charger, headphones, person phone, work phone, water, and a notebook. 
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Cravings. 
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“I ruined my perfect attendance for the year.” 
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“Writers must therefore constantly ask: what am I trying to say?” - On Writing Well