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A tiny baby rabbit shakes nervously in my hands. The warmth of my space I provide makes him feel safe and eventually he stops shaking.
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Waking up around 1:30 p.m.
Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.
Cleaning up – researching – reading the latest articles floating around on the internet.
Banana. Trail Mix. Honey Green Tea.
Practicing songs at the storage unit.
Exercising back at the house.
Meeting up with Ana at Susan's Kitchenette, a family run Filipino restaurant near North Hampton Blvd. The Filipino cuisine is already made behind glass in heating basins. We both choose the Chicken and Vegetable Pancit Noodle with Beef Lumpia. It's missing essential flavor so we enhance it with soy sauce and fish sauce. Near us is a gang of older Filipinos sipping on coffee and taking turns at karaoke.
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Out in the parking lot. She opens up her car door and it's like clockwork; I feel compelled to peek my head in and snoop at anything I find interesting. Of course she gets playfully defensive and tries to stop my curiosity.
"Can you not? There's nothing for you to see!"
I snag a yellow piece of paper she got from her garden yoga class. She chases me down and I refuse to give it back. There's uncontrollable laughing and giggling.
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We go visit James and Angel at The Cure Coffee House in downtown Norfolk. James preps black bean burgers in the back. I sip on a manual pour over Coffee and enjoy a French Toast Muffin. Angel pulls out the acoustic guitar and so we all sing whatever comes up. A slightly drunk and polite man named Allen compliments our voices and also doesn't hesitate to add harmony.
Ana and I reconvene at her house. I don't come over here often as we usually spend time in my neck of the woods. Her mom is all cooped up in the bed. They have a mother-daughter chitchat. Mom sits comfortably under the blanket with her little dogs curled up next to her. I notice the Vick's vapor rub that Ana has told me about the addiction she had with it in the past; I also have a fond history with it when I sick as a child. Her mom takes a big whiff.
"It's like dope!" she exclaims.
We laugh. Then she keeps requesting Ana do these little things for her like handing her candy and turning off the lights.
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In the kitchen sipping on Blueberry Green Tea, snacking on Popcorn and Suman (sweet rice wrapped in a banana leaf).
Cuddling on her uncomfortable futon couch. I locate an old journal on the bookshelf that has red and black color themes on the cover. Ana gets embarrassed more than usual here. She's not willing to share much out of it except for a Beethoven quote and a list of goals she wrote out back in 2011. I kind of go through them and check to see if she's accomplished them by now. Then, I find an antique erotica novel I recall letting her borrow some time ago. I read aloud excerpts.
Sometime close to 4 a.m. I leave for home.
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Sleep 5:30 a.m.
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