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Oct. 12th, 2016 02:00 amBy the time I make my way from the warehouse back to Puck's apartment, I am sore and bruised and alive. Blessedly alive. It is not quite the time of year for the Races, but I feel just as well used as I would any night of training, and especially the night after the race. I'm too banged to hell to be light in the foot. I know I'll be dreadful when I head to the stables in the morning. But, for now, adrenaline lifts me.
My copy of the key lets me in easy as ever. I trek up the stairs to Puck's landing, as hard as that is on every fiber of my being. Thinking back on the evening, I'm impressed that so many people went longer and harder than me. After only a few fights, I was so thoroughly beat I could hardly stand it.
Even though I have the key that lets me into the apartment, I still knock. If Puck is asleep, I imagine that I'll take the couch tonight, so as to not wake her. But I also told her where I'd be, and it's not over late just yet. Not even midnight, according to the digitized numbers on my cellular telephone. I let myself in. "Puck? Are you up?"
My copy of the key lets me in easy as ever. I trek up the stairs to Puck's landing, as hard as that is on every fiber of my being. Thinking back on the evening, I'm impressed that so many people went longer and harder than me. After only a few fights, I was so thoroughly beat I could hardly stand it.
Even though I have the key that lets me into the apartment, I still knock. If Puck is asleep, I imagine that I'll take the couch tonight, so as to not wake her. But I also told her where I'd be, and it's not over late just yet. Not even midnight, according to the digitized numbers on my cellular telephone. I let myself in. "Puck? Are you up?"
