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  <title>i never miss a beat</title>
  <subtitle>i'm lightening on my feet</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Eric Bittle</name>
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    <title>preparing for diwali [dated to 11/12/2015]</title>
    <published>2015-11-09T05:48:38Z</published>
    <updated>2015-11-09T05:48:38Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Things have been back to normal for a couple days now. Or as normal as things ever get in Darrow, I suppose. There's sunshine now and blue skies (sometimes) and no monsters lurking behind corners or running through the streets, no horrid sirens at sundown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of that, I still feel uneasy, constantly jumping at every sound and barely sleeping a wink. Derek's been nice enough to let me sleep on his couch once I discovered that I couldn't sleep in my own apartment alone. I should be embarrassed, I know, and I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt;, but it's an embarrassment I can handle if it means actually getting a few hours of sleep every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been baking a lot. Stress baking. Not everything has turned out great, but it's been &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm on the hunt for a new hockey stick though. It's the first time I've really ventured out for longer than an hour or two at a time, but it feels important, a necessary step to returning to normal. Like I need to take back something I lost during those two weeks of terrible nightmares so I can move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a store in the mall I remember seeing a few months ago so I try there first. It's a little overwhelming being around so many people after two weeks spent in a nightmare followed by several days of basically hiding in Derek's apartment, but I force myself through the crowds, knowing that it'll all be worth it in the end. Hopefully it won't be too long before I can make it out onto the ice again and I'll definitely want to have a stick by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite make it to the store I came for though, distracted by the sight of Derek inside a clothing store with a girl I've never seen before. He has that sort of grumpy, unamused look on his face that I can recognize now as being not entirely genuine as she holds up a shirt against his chest and then shakes her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, I step into the store, sliding past a rack of equally colorful shirts. "Well, fancy seeing you here," I say as I approach, giving a friendly smile to the girl. It's only then I remember exactly &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; Derek might be looking to buy something uncharacteristically colorful. "Oh, is this for Diwali?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=puckandpie&amp;ditemid=2129" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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