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In the beginning, IN the beginning, in THE beginning, in the BEGINNING. in the beginning it all came down to one word.
Was it worth it? Sneaking around, being treated like air.
Instant coffee, mixed with sugar, lots of sugar. That was my morning each day in Argentina. with a warm roll heated in the microwave, I would set off for the Universidad on the colectivo, reminiscing on my time home and reflecting on how lonely a packed bus is.
"I hope this hasn't shaken you up too bad." "I'll be ok, just need a minute." "I am sorry though, I had it all planned out, how I was going to tell you. What I would say, how I would say it, how you would react. It's all different than the plan."