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| What a morning.
I wake up facedown hungover in a messy bed, sarah staring in disbelief at
the burn on my arm and i wonder if it's third
degree.
At the
Dock
I almost pass out over my omelette, unsure if it's the
Jaegermeister working
me over or something to do with my injury, now slathered in
aloe from
Dandelion apothecary
and I'm popping vitamin C.
On the can I'm trying to find some relief when a guy on crutches suddenly
falls through the stall door, breaks the latch and barely misses landing
in my lap. The cure was to be a trip to
Snoqualmie Falls,
but just a few minutes into it, still on
45th,
we rearend an SUV as we
crawl past Dick's in 5mph traffic.
Kristina's
Taurus wagon is totalled,
radiator caved in and hood taco'd by the too-high bumper of the unharmed
Bronco. Nothing to do but
collapse on the shady sidewalk and watch the antifreeze trickle away. I've
had worse days.
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