Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Twenty-Six
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I try to listen through the floor to hear the music she is playing. 
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First thought: tight. Inside, though, it feels more open. It is bright. I look out the window to confirm which direction the house is facing. I have no feelings. 
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Too many people. 
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A whole gaggle of familiar faces while we wait for our drinks and donuts. This is the part of small-town living I always wanted…it’s the part of it that I love. 
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We both show up at almost the exact same time. Nice weather = tourists = no parking. 
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Ham sandwiches. Smoked pork brisket. Roasted broccolini. A carafe of Picpoul. Lemon meringue pie. Finding another woman you can eat with is like opening a present on Christmas day. 
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Savoring the sun. 
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There he goes again. 
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I tell them how a mountain lion got one of the sheep last week. Everyone’s eyes grow big. 
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I understand the logic. But I still need to be moved.