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The lethargy filled her bones like adamantium flowing into that saturnine mutant known as Wolverine. She flailed about but realized her limbs were paralyzed with exhaustion and her efforts had been in vain. It was all she could do to lift her fingers and tap them deftly over the keyboard. Life flowed back into her as the familiar motion gave her a sense of purpose.

“All I needed was to begin writing again,” she exclaimed softly, then glanced over toward the sleeping form on the couch. No, her whispered statement had not disturbed him. She was home free now.