Aug 30, 2010 23:17
His feet hadn’t stopped moving since he and Martini had returned to the house, not even when night fell and he should have been sleeping. He couldn’t stop marveling at all this newfound energy-that outdid his usual level of hyperactivity by at least twenty degrees.
He’d even managed to pull out his old leather jacket and wandered out to the porch to watch the sunrise.
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