Back at the house, I cut my engine in the garage and hustle up the dark porch. I unlock the front door and step into the shadowy living room. And she’s right there. The woman I’ve been thinking about all night is right fucking there. I find Karli dancing around. Large wine glass in one hand. Medical journal in the other hand. Popcorn kernels scattered across the coffee table. She’s shaking her hips and yammering the lyrics to whatever song is playing in her earbuds. While the rest of the women in town are all dolled up and hitting the bars and looking for attention tonight, Karli’s at home,
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