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Thursday, March 19, 2015
1:25 a.m.
As soon as he arrived at home, Richard went to his room, changed his clothes, and donned his special running prosthetics. Carrying a hand towel, he went down to the workout room on the below-ground floor.
A firestorm of images and feelings of the sweet, passionate moment when they had made love bombarded him. In that beautiful instant, she had made him believe that he was the same man she had fallen in love with.
But that had been because she didn’t know how he was now.
And Richard found himself considering other men: Dan and his brother, and so many others, who were possibly not better looking, but were whole.
He cranked up the volume on the stereo, drowning out most of his chaotic thoughts, and climbed on the treadmill, prepared to spend some
