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Just got back.

He imagined her in shorts and a sports bra, showing slick muscles as she ran. His memories of kissing her all focused on her mouth, and the surprise that she’d kissed him back, so he couldn’t recall where he’d put his hands or even the shape of her waist, but he’d bet she was firm.

Exciting weekend plans?

Grace

Thinking about going home, but there’s a 5K @ Alki Beach some of my running club is doing.

That reminded him of the day’s highlight.

The Marquis acquired six racing chairs. Set up Grunts v. Jarheads over 2 miles.

Grace

Who won?

Clue: didn’t brag already.

Grace

My bad! Sorry!

Grudge match next week.

It was harder than he’d expected to ignore the stack of paperwork. She’d probably done a few applications in her day. Maybe he should ask her advice.

Ever do a triathlon?

Grace

Sprint. I’m a slow swimmer, my bike’s a snail, but I finished. Sucked.

Why? You doing one?

Her question made him smile. Leaving the medical installation on supervised field trips—sometimes Walter Reed resembled elementary school—he’d discovered there were three types of people: those who ignored you, those who held doors and rushed to help whether you needed it or not, as if you were a Muppet, and those who treated you like a regular man sitting in a chair or walking differently. He livedAnthropology of Disability.

Heard a motivational speaker today. Double amp Ironman finisher.

Grace

Army’s going to buy superhero suits for all of you? Cool!

I wish. Maybe they’ll fork out for swim or bike legs to go w/my running set.

See.

He linked to a parts catalog. Instead of car magazines for the Oldsmobile 442 in his garage at Fort Campbell, his body was his new repair hobby.

Grace

I don’t have that many shoes!

No question, he’d earned the bucks Uncle Sam spent on his legs, but how much someone should have to trade for that privilege was a question that frequently bugged him. His sister was an American too. Drove a school bus from 0630, worked in the cafeteria and drove all afternoon, but it didn’t total forty hours a week enough weeks of the year, so she scrounged to get her kids’ cavities filled.Medicine in America: Conflicts and Contradictions, Anthropology 477,jumped off the course list. Upper level work, but he assumed a man who’d managed emergency ordnance disposal could hack it.

By the time they finished texting, the Eastern time zone was late enough he might drift into pleasant dreams about Grace and triathlons. Maybe he’d manage a four-hour block of sleep, and in the morning, he’d celebrate another night in which he hadn’t chased away the nicest girl he’d ever met.

“Do you have a compelling academic or personal need to attend the University of Washington Seattle at this time?”