Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Twelve
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Less pain than the night before. I pop a few more ibuprofen. 
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A triangle of light. 
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The fluidity required to navigate the world around me is 
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The question is, “How’s your heart?” 
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I think I’ve got everyone on the same page. Let’s see if we can reach the finish line. 
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But the thing is that it’s just not who I am. 
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She asks a question that is observant, yet shocking and I am probably all too honest in my answer. But that’s just who I am. 
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Forgetting little things. 
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She stops me and tapes my arm and that relieves even more pain. A sigh of gratitude. 
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I end the practice with what I think are the right things to say. This only works if we decide that we are all in this together. Only if you really think you can win.