TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-ONE Rather than slack, Roxie was given free rein. It wasn’t like she went crazy partying or disappeared in a heady whirl of psychedelia or anything. Nope, she stayed in bed. With the drapes closed and her head buried in a pillow. Reality didn’t seep back in until whatever was wrong with her began to wane. What day was it? She’d definitely missed some of the tour. How much? Two days? Three? Five? It was anyone’s guess. Dragging herself into the bathroom took herculean effort. Hmm… the tub… Not a good idea. There was a good chance she’d fall asleep and drown herself. Setting the shower temperature lower than normal, she used all of the pressures to work her muscles. By the time she got out, Roxie was human again. Impressing herself, she even managed to blow-dry her hair and put mak
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