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Dany
A list. The list.
I chew on the tip of a Bic pen and think. Hard.
I’m curled up on the blue linen couch. The soft sea glass throw is tucked around my legs and a notebook is perched on my knees. I’m freshly showered and dressed in clothes for napping. But first, the list.
I still feel jubilant from the bus ride.
I write a big number one then dot a period.
I have a few limitations. I have to stay in the Stanton area while undergoing chemo. I can’t do anything that’s beyond my physical limits—fatigue is currently my biggest obstacle. And here are my hard limits. I don’t want to do anything illegal. Getting arrested is not on my list. And, more important, I’m not looking for romance, or love. No pity wooing from Jack. No rebound relationships. No friendly kisses that are only ab
