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December 1, 2005

Michele: Stumble Inn

Rise and shine! We’ve made coffee!

They want it there. I put four mugs on a tray. Milk, sugar.

Down the step. Easy...easy...step down. The tray wobbles; four mugs slide, drip java onto my arms.

Hold tray with both hands. Walk easy, down one more step...oops.

Damn. Damn. DAMN. Dumb shoes.

I fall. Mugs drop; café latte and dark roast spit and drip all over my face, arms, legs.

Holy shit that burns!

I call for help. They don’t hear.

I reach for my cell. The skin on my hand - it’s like a peel.


I faint.

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