Recover

“How’s it going today, Bernie?”

Bernie smiled, looked down shyly. “Lot better than I was yesterday. Sorry about that.”

Butch smiled broadly. “Ah. Don’t worry. No big deal. Saw you were upset, decided to cut you a little slack. Going to the game tonight?”

“No. Don’t think so. I just — feel like I need time to fully recover. When I get like that, it hangs with me for a few days. Need to get over that residual nastiness.”

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