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Sunday

There are some whom, upon arrival, cannot sit still. They cross, back and forth, back and forth.

I am one of these. I am downright fussy.

Do you know, when I moved here, I did not know what I was doing. Hadn’t the faintest idea. I just knew I was moving. From one place to another.

And I’m good at it. I can make the split decision. I can do abrupt.

I can do it.

But what about you? What are you good at?

Some people see the beginning, middle, and end. They think. They detach, and, they calculate.

I am not one of these.

But it is okay. Why?

We compliment each other.

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