Sarah Part Twelve
Sarah was awake when I opened my eyes. It was New Year’s Day. It had stopped snowing, the sun was shining, and it was cold. “Why are you always hard?" Sarah wanted to know, sounding a little displeased. “I don’t have any control over it,” I responded. “You poked me with that thing all night.” “How do you feel?” I asked. “Sore,” she indicated. “But it’s a good sore.” “Sore in one or two places or sore all over?” I inquired, concerned that I had hurt her the night before. “All over,” she...
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