I took a long hot shower and got into my Star Wars jammy bottoms and a black cami. Then I trudged downstairs. I lay down on the couch with my cell phone in my hand. Rory put a towel on my back then the ice. At first, I hissed at the weight, but when the cold finally seeped through, it felt great. I had my head turned toward the TV with the game playing. “How long?” I asked, already hating this position. “20 minutes,” Rory answered, putting a timer in front of me. “No, how many more days do I have to do this for?” Rory sighed. “A couple more weeks, then we’ll mix in heat if the bruising isn’t
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