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12/15/15

"What do I wear today?" She wondered aloud as she entered her mirror-lined, impeccably organized, walk-in closet. Humming to herself, she chose an off-white wool coat and black knee high boots to go with her uniform of a red t-shirt and blue skinny jeans. She looked at the clock, hurriedly wrapped a knitted, black and white striped scarf around her neck, grabbed her travel coffee mug and ran out the door. Today was just another day.

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"What do I wear today?" She wondered aloud as she tried to enter her walk-in closet. Her closet floor was full of haphazardly thrown clothes threatening to spill out of the space and she could barely push one of her feet in to have a look around. "Ugh, man, I need to figure out what to do with all these clothes piling up!", frustrated, she shook her head. "Maybe I should talk to my therapist about it!" She perked up at the thought, pulled out an all-black abaya from the pile on the floor, found a black hijab, threw them on and ran outside. "S***! I am late again!" She shook her head at herself, today was just another day.

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"Honey, you forgot to fill up the gas tank again! Thank goodness I checked the fuel gauge before getting on the freeway!" She said. A mumbled apology was heard from the other end of the phone line. "Okay, I'll be home late. I love you." A mumbled "I love you too" came from the other end and smiling, she disconnected the call.

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"Honey, you are such a blessing! I know I am horrible and I keep forgetting to fill up my car but you did it for me this time. You are the best! I love you!" Laughter at the other end of the line, a mumbled "I love you too" from the other end of the line and smiling, she disconnected the call.

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She loved driving. It was her alone time. She did all her planning and conscientious thinking during this time. She hated driving long distance though. She felt that by focusing on the road instead of the great outdoors, she was being ripped off. She had a lot on her mind today so she was particularly happy to finally get on the freeway after filling up her gas tank. A lot to plan. A lot to think about. She had just quit her job yesterday. As a side job/ hobby, she subbed at the local school district.

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