WHAT HE ERASED
"I've found that works better for me. If I plan too far I can't see what's actually in front of me. So I plan one move. Follow it. Plan the next one from there."
"Does it work."
"I'm here, aren't I," she said.
He looked at the wet street, the aftermath of the rain, the light doing what the light did.
"Yes," he said. "You are."
The eighth day arrived faster than it should have.
She'd known it would. The days had the quality of days that were going too well to last the right length full in a way that made them feel both long and short, the contradiction of time that's passing well.
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