Tired, But Not The Kind

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Before I Take You Into The Beating Heart Of The Story, Let’s Get One Thing Out Of The Way. I Know From Experience That When It Comes Up Later, It Will Distract You So Much That You Won’t Be Able To Concentrate On Anything Else I Will Tell You. My Name Is Jubilee Dougal. Take A Moment And Let It Sink In.

I Try To Shake It Loose-but These Ideas, They Cling. It's Like I'm Shackled To Them With An Iron Chain. They Rattle Along Behind Me, Dragging Against The Ground, Always Reminding Me Of Their Presence.

I Read Two Mysteries A Day When I Was A Kid. All Of Agatha Christie, All Of 'sherlock Holmes.' I've Seen Every Single British Detective Show Ever Made.

She Couldn't Take Her Eyes Off The Boxers. Mostly, She Had A View Of The Back, But He Turned Halfway When He Looked Over. She Commanded Herself Not To Look At The Front Flap, Which, Of Course, Was Exactly What She Honed In On. He Spit And Put His Mouth Under The Tap To Get Some Water. All While Just Wearing Underwear. All While She Just Stared At The Crucial Spot Of The Action Pants.