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By the time the doctors were done scanning and palpating me – that expression always sent my skin crawling – I was thoroughly exhausted and even more thoroughly ready to go home. Fortunately, despite my parents’ intense pressure on the doctor to the contrary, she released me to bed rest.
Daniel offered to give me a ride home, and by the time we got back into town, I’d convinced him that I would recover better at the bookstore. “After all, I’ll just worry about it if I’m not there. Better for me to see what’s going on, right?”
Bless the man’s heart, he must have figured arguing about this was worse for me than giving in because we stopped at home where I changed into yoga pants, my favorite “Got Books?” T-shirt, and a Salisbury U sweatshirt and then went to the store.
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