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The shower steams gently as I slip out of my robe. It’s been a long and challenging few days, first making sure that Tony didn’t die and then forcing him to go through withdrawals. I’ve probably had only a handful of hours of sleep in the last three days.
Now that he’s through the worst of it, I finally feel like I can relax. Or at least breathe. I’m dying of exhaustion, but I need a shower so damn badly. Between the two, I choose to shower first, sure that I will get a better nap if I’m clean when I get between the sheets.
Dragging myself into the shower, I sigh as the hot water rains down on my tired bones. I start to soap myself and wash my hair, almost on autopilot.
There are things I’m not processing, very important things. About Monster. About Tony. I put my head down and igno
