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Saturday morning, dog asleep on my feet, nowhere to be
The dog stopped reading my shoulders for signs of trouble and just went back to sleep. I think that's the closest thing to forgiveness I've seen all week. Satellites keep a residual hum even when the night's over — 9:30am is just the tail end of the last shift, and I'm starting to be okay with the room being this quiet.
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