"And then the muscle in my leg right here," I point to Katie's leg right above the knee where the river of shower water pouring down the delta of her thigh concentrates to a thin stream that trickles down her calf, "started twitching like this." I pulse out a tattoo of quick beats with my fingertips on her leg.
"The beacon I had implanted in you finally turned on," she says solemnly, turning away to rinse off the soap.
"Well, could you tell 'em to chill, please?"
One year ago today: Back to the Grind
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