Sitting in the doctor's office, 5 PM, bloodwork check.
"I don't know, honey, I've just been feeling weird."
"Like what?" He leans in and takes my hand, his thumb lightly stroking my palm.
"I can't explain it, really- I feel like my arms are getting shorter."
He leans back, scootches his chair over, and goes back to his battered back issue of Smithsonian.
Happy 2nd anniversary, sweetie.
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