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The hardest lesson of letting go
Giving in to what you cannot control
“I don’t understand why we are leaving.”
“I don’t have time to explain it! I just said that.”
“We were only halfway through the tartare!”
“I promise we will get it again.”
“…this is ridiculous. Are you hailing a cab?”
“I’m worried about the long-term parking.”
“Are you hailing a cab for us, to the airport?”
“Yes.”
“It is 9pm on a Friday. Fuck this.”
“Yeah, well, the last flight to Santa Barbara is at 11.”
“What the fuck is in Santa Barbara.”
“Obviously you remember our wedding.”
“Today is our fucking anniversary.”
“Do you remember my old training plan?”
“yeah.”
“Well, I had my best run…”
“oh my god. You can’t be serious.”
“I am.”
“And that’s what you remember?”
“Among other things.”
“That’s what you’re worried about?? Your run from five years ago?”
