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The most consistent thing about me is that I do things out of order. I brush my teeth before chewing my orange-flavored vitamin. I pick up the items I need to take with me from the bedroom to the kitchen, but I have to put them all back down again to put on my socks. I tell my secrets before establishing trust. I fall in love before I know what to be in love with. I step into the street and then I look both ways.

I doubt before I remember to hope.