“He’s a wild beast. A Wild Beast.” …..
Don’t get misled by the floppy ears and the deliciousness. He’s a wild beast. A Wild Beast.
My eyes take inventory of the damage.
There are four swollen puncture marks. All on the same hand. One gouge on the bulging vein on top of the right hand, two side by side on the wrist two inches above it, and one lightly visible on the fatty part of the skin above the thumb and index finger.
I slide my thumb into the palm in my right hand. I grip. Pain shoots up my hand, wrist and arm. Self-inflicted. Sort of. Not really.
It was all triggered by my step counter flashing red, urging me to get up off the couch –Walk! Harmless enough.
Rachel is glued to The Bachelor. (Mind numbing trash). I’m catching up on the morning papers. AndRed Lights are still flashing.
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