CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURSkin
"Are you sure you don't want one? I feel weird eating in front of you," I say to Celeste.
She's sitting next to me on the couch downstairs, close but not touching. She shakes her head. "No, thank you. Dad made me eat lunch before I came over."
That's all the permission I need. I take a large bite of burrito, my upgraded sense of smell making the taco meat and guacamole practically explode in my mouth. This is my first meal since the new cylinders, and I’m famished.
When I had first woken up, the early morning light had made me think I had only been asleep for a few hours. But when I went downstairs, I had learned I had slept for over twenty-four hours.
I guess I should be grateful. The last time this had happened, I had been out for almost four days.
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