The Thing I'd Been Answering Without Thinking
September fifteenth. The notebook came out because the laptop felt too formal for what I was trying to do. Simone was still here. That part wasn't planned, we'd been at the table…
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The Study Session That Wasn't
September fourth. Simone arrived with her course packet, two highlighters, and the confident energy of a person who had made a plan. I had cleared the kitchen table, which felt li…
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The Lid Was Right There
August twenty-fourth. The tomato soup was Simone's idea, which I am not saying to assign blame, I am saying it because she brought the tomatoes, she found the recipe on her phone,…
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The Detour I Almost Didn't Take
August thirteenth. There was a moment around four in the afternoon where I could have kept walking. The nursery has been on that block for at least as long as I've lived within wa…
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The Good Kind of Nothing
August second. We didn't plan it so much as agree to it, Simone texted the night before, some variation of 'do you have Tuesday,' and I said yes before I'd checked. An hour on the…
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The Part After the Climbing
July twenty-second. Simone's wrist was bothering her, not badly, just enough that we both agreed without really discussing it that we weren't going to push through. We wrapped the…
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What I Wrote Instead
July eleventh. It has been hot enough that I keep rearranging when I do things, morning errands before nine, everything else after six, the hours between treated like a room I'm n…
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The Thing I Didn't Know I'd Claimed
June thirtieth. There are three sentences sitting in a document on my laptop that I wrote eleven days ago and have not sent, posted, or said aloud to anyone. They are not angry se…
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The Slot That Was Always Mine Until It Wasn't
June nineteenth. I didn't say anything to my manager. I'd been turning it over since Monday, the summer schedule, the weekend slot I've worked for three years, quietly reassigned…
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The Video We Couldn't Get Past
June eighth. We were supposed to be cooking. There was a mixing bowl on the counter. Simone had brought olive oil again, the good kind, the small bottle, and I had actual ingredie…
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