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Compared to this time last month, where he'd not only been off his leg thanks to a stupid knee injury but also mostly confined to his hut for a week thanks to rain, John thought this was a vast improvement.
He still wasn't up for a jog longer than hitting the back path out of New Atlantis and going around to the compound, but he was working on getting back into regular condition. His knee felt better, anyway, and the only person who'd know he had a pretty nasty healing scrape on it was Jill - but she knew better than to talk, and John wasn't above bribery.
The other thing that kept on improving his days was all the leftover candy he still had from Halloween. Collecting two full pillowcases of it had been more a pride thing at the time; he hadn't believed his eyes when he woke up normal sized and with all that candy still sitting on the floor of his hut.
John'd taken to locking it up with his weapons. You couldn't be too careful.
Between working on getting his knee better, working his way back into training with the ITF and upcoming council elections, John felt today was the sort of day he wanted to take off, so he did. He didn't have plans for much of anything, and ended up settling at the Ferris wheel. Just like the million different times he'd done before, and the million different times he'd do in the future.
He'd borrowed a chair from inside and set it up between the Ferris wheel and the control box, facing the path. With his legs up on the box, sunglasses on and golf magazine in his hands, John was in the best position for people watching without them realizing he was. It was a hell of a lot more interesting than yet another damned story about Tiger Woods, anyway.
Besides, he had a pocket full of candy to eat away for the rest of the afternoon, first starting with a long string of red licorice.
He still wasn't up for a jog longer than hitting the back path out of New Atlantis and going around to the compound, but he was working on getting back into regular condition. His knee felt better, anyway, and the only person who'd know he had a pretty nasty healing scrape on it was Jill - but she knew better than to talk, and John wasn't above bribery.
The other thing that kept on improving his days was all the leftover candy he still had from Halloween. Collecting two full pillowcases of it had been more a pride thing at the time; he hadn't believed his eyes when he woke up normal sized and with all that candy still sitting on the floor of his hut.
John'd taken to locking it up with his weapons. You couldn't be too careful.
Between working on getting his knee better, working his way back into training with the ITF and upcoming council elections, John felt today was the sort of day he wanted to take off, so he did. He didn't have plans for much of anything, and ended up settling at the Ferris wheel. Just like the million different times he'd done before, and the million different times he'd do in the future.
He'd borrowed a chair from inside and set it up between the Ferris wheel and the control box, facing the path. With his legs up on the box, sunglasses on and golf magazine in his hands, John was in the best position for people watching without them realizing he was. It was a hell of a lot more interesting than yet another damned story about Tiger Woods, anyway.
Besides, he had a pocket full of candy to eat away for the rest of the afternoon, first starting with a long string of red licorice.