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The day before, he had been rudely interrupted from a foot chase by the perp's partner trying to run him over.
He'd slammed into the pavement, shrugged it off, helped catch the perps, done the paperwork, come home, and gone to bed.
Big mistake!
He was now incredibly stiff.
Blair had final's all week, so Jim had hardly seen him.
He'd been making breakfast for him every morning, but not today.
Jim groaned again.
"Jim?"
Sandburg appeared, took one look, grabbed the Icy Hot and started a massage.
Pure relief.
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