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>You emptied the ice bag again.
>Free from its cool prison, you carefully poked and palpated your injured leg.
>Oof, yeah…
>Still tender.
>Swelling was minimal and the it was far easier to touch now.
>A welcome sign.
>Recovery from anything was always annoying.
>Spending more than a day cooped up in the house sounded like agony.
>Scooping fresh ice into the Ziploc, you popped an cube in your mouth.
>Discovering how easy it was to chew ice was surreal.
>You didn’t feel like your jaw was any stronger since the change.
>Maybe it was the shape of your new molars?
>The ice shattered so fast you ate another two.
>After hobbling back your computer you raised the sore, cold leg up on a second chair.
>As you moved to turn on your computer, you stopped.
>Voices.
>A pair could just be heard outside your front lawn.
>Using your aura to double-check, you saw it was the hired help.
>You sighed and leaned back.
>Given your inhuman condition, the lawn looked worse for wear.
>You needed to hire someone.
>Lucky you, the kid down the street was in need of a job.
>Conrad, was it?
>$20 for a half-hour of work was a lot for his age.
>A quick call saying you were out of state was all it took.
>Sounded like his dad was teaching him how to start and use the mower.
>You turned off the lights in your room and double-checked the blinds were down.
>People will figure out you live here eventually.
>Not today.
>Feelings seeped in through the walls, telling you everything.
>The motor started and Conrad shakily took off.
>He was slow.
>And crazy worried about ramming the house or scratching the mower.
>Good kid.
>Dad watched and offered advice when needed.
>Good man.
>Reminded you of Dad after your first hunt.
>And…
>You closed your eyes tight.
>Memory dichotomy.
>Deer hunting...
>Deerling hunting...