During the walk, I try calling Elise. No answer.

     Mira's spread the word about my wipeout, and at lunch I hear from Julia, who says I can leave early to relax and recuperate. Of course, I gratefully claim that offer, but have no intention of relaxing. I jump on BART and get off at the 24th Street station.

     It's a little early for the wine bar to be open, so I swing by El Farolito for one of their famous burritos. After two days of unforced fasting, I'm famished.

     While I'm sitting there, I text my parents and say hello. There's no way in hell I'm telling them about the scooter accident. I'll go see them this weekend, though. I wonder if they heard any information from the agency about who my...

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