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Everything has something that makes them tick.

Sometimes it’s a battery.

Sometimes that battery is dead.

Thought there were words enough there to get a story going. Sometimes that battery is dead. So there is the review of the day, the asking of feeling, maybe a revisiting of memory and looking for holes. Perhaps it is safe to visit the box labeled “dead to me” for some thing, some spark, some emotion to send one on a trajectory.

But no. Instead she goes to the refrigerator to see what needs doing or eating. It’s the default place to look when nothing else comes to mind.

 

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