Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Ninety-Nine
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I hear a creak and then footsteps. I follow the footsteps down the stairs, in the dark, and find him aglow from the pantry light. 
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Owl. 
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Not better. Maybe slightly worse. 
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I laugh to myself as I watch him squint in the sun. I had forgotten how bright and direct the sun is during this time of year. 
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I think he has figured out how to make himself throw up. 
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I am here but not really hearing anything that is being said. 
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Lunch break is realizing that I need to pick him up from school because I didn’t provide a negative COVID test. 
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Ignoring it doesn’t make it go away. 
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I keep my eye on the clock. 
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The last person speaks and then there is a mass exodus. I wish I could have seen their faces. 
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We are still standing in the parking lot and talking. I start to see the twinkle of the stars. 
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A marathon, not a sprint. I hope we have the endurance.