as i start to descend the hill, i start my familiar habits. when i walk along the sidewalks, i count steps. every new slab gets a new count. i end up counting in my head. one. one. one, two. one, two. i always avoid the cracks, i don't know why. i am awfully superstitious about certain things. when i eat, i have to face a certain way. i cannot
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