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As if I don't know.

Griffin

Don’t make that weird

I laugh.

Cami

Wrong household for that request

There’s a long pause before he responds.

Griffin

You’re impossible

Cami

Yet you love me

Griffin

Unfortunately

Love you

The smile happens before I can stop it.

Cami

Love you too

Go save Denver

Griffin

Trying

I set my phone down again and go back to emailing clients.

By early evening, the number finally starts moving down.

Slowly enough that I glare at it anyway, but down.

252 becomes 239.

239 becomes 226.

At one point I hit 211 and almost take a screenshot because apparently my standards have deteriorated.

I make myself eat something because skipping dinner while sick and chasing numbers is exactly the kind of decision that creates a second problem for no reason.

Nothing huge.

Something easy and mostly protein.

I dose for it, drink more water, and take the next antibiotic dose.