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I discover a secret cave near a waterfall in the forest. Exploring the inside – it appears somebody already made themselves a home here. There's a bookshelf, a lamp, and a few chairs. This cave seems too fresh and lived in. It pops in my head that there should be a secret door behind one of the desks. I'm right. As I move the desk away the lamp flickers on. There's a crawl space that leads to a stairs. A single black family is living up there. I assure the man of the house I won't tell anyone – they must be hiding for a reason. Later on, travelers appear – more and more people show up to check out this cave. I left the secret doorway open on accident. I whisper to a news reporter, "They live here. It's a secret. If too many people find out it could be bad. The state owns this forest so they could kick them out."
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Waking up at 1:15 p.m.
Wheat Flakes and Berry Cobbler Granola with Almond Milk. Mango.
Errands. After dropping off a letter in the mailbox I decide to browse in the thrift store for a little bit. In my opinion there's an uncomfortable amount of people in here today. I start to get irritated but I make sure not to show it. I spend most of my time just waiting for others to pass through the aisles. Later on at Trader Joe's and Whole Foods I experience the same feeling of claustrophobia. I don’t know if it's just the fact that I'm shopping at rush hour or if I'm extra sensitive to crowds today.
Sesame Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Tortilla Chips with Guacamole.
Work at China Wok for a few hours. It's busier than Tuesday when I only delivered four orders in two hours. Tonight it's eleven orders in two and half hours.
Ana just finished working out at the gym and rides in the passenger seat on my last delivery. When I drop her off at the car she's suddenly lost the whereabouts of her keys. She swipes her hand over the seat and checks the floor becoming slightly stressed.
"Did you check your pockets?" I ask.
I reach my hand in her left pocket and there they magically were. Embarrassed, she tries to avoid my giddy embrace but I reach my arms around her and say, "You are so adorable. I love you."
Back at the house. Ana meets me here. Everyone's hanging out downstairs while I cook up a meal for Ana and I: Honey Beer Glazed Black Beans with Onions, Red Peppers, Brussel Sprouts, Carrots, and a Black Rice-Jasmine Rice mixture.
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Afterwards, we rehearse a few songs in my room. Then attempt to make a recipe she found online. The recipe called for 2 tsp of rum essence but Ana saw 3 tbsp of rum and we realize this is the culprit – a fair mistake on her part. We basically tripled the amount of rum essence we were supposed to use. I try my best to sweeten it up and get rid of the strong rum flavor but we eventually call it quits. I seal the mix in a plastic bag with plans to fix it another time.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
[i] Franco Matticchio.
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