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They want to know why the weeks all start with broken eggs. Well, maybe it’s the way their horses snicker. They blame the rider, but I say it’s the chickens. Neither feels right. It’s like our number sense is disconnected. They say it’s the end of one chapter and the start of another. It comes in installments. And when it breaks you get ugly. You sharpen your knife the same way you did when the mole went under the knife. And the aching continues and you go to the party and confront your own fear of going under the knife. And it’s dark when it happens: the doctor pulls a knife and you feel yourself counting backwards but you never get to one.