Maybe it was the post barfy nonsense.
It was time for a break and then maybe one more lap before dinner. A bench was a short walk away and Fox settled on it, sinking in with a sigh as her legs reminded her that running was hard and that they would have liked it better if she was home snuggling up with a cat.
But no. She needed to prepare herself back into work. A run tonight, then back to work in the morning. It would be fine. She'd be fine.
Everything was fine.
Lord she was tired.
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