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If Mr D was a stranger to alcohol, I was a satyr.
Instead she said, ‘You drool when you sleep.’
But the toilets had responded to me. I had become one with the plumbing.
No good either. The wood-nymph instructors left me in the dust. They told me not to worry about it. They’d had centuries of practice running away from lovesick gods. But still, it was a little humiliating to be slower than a tree.
‘I don’t know what my mom will do. I just know I’ll fight next to you.’
