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not a mender, so it was the first thing I thought to do.”  He took the wet cloth from my hand and tossed it into the air, weaving it away.  I rubbed my sore shoulder and wondered to myself why he didn’t just undo things so that he was right there to catch me before I went down.  I didn’t say this of course because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but honestly that’s the first thing I would have thought of.  Now the only thing that would help my shoulder was a Mender. 
    “I’ll call Pepper as soon as I’ve rested for a few and have her fix my shoulder,” I said and curled up on the couch.  My body still felt sluggish and I just needed a few minutes to recuperate. 
    “No, don’t do that.  I’m sure she has enough on her mind with Marty and I can fix your shoulder.  I’ll just weave us back to that moment and catch you...”  He stopped talking for a moment as he considered his idea, “better yet, I’ll weave back and get you something to eat right away.  You’re probably just over tired – or you could have low blood sugar or something.  I should have thought of that in the first place,” he said furrowing his brow. 
    I knew he was right.  Pepper did have problems of her own on top of a blossoming relationship to work through.  It wasn’t as if she could weave for herself to make things better like I could.  Both of them had to work and I had no clue how their finances were.  It was selfish of me to assume I could call on her with every little bump and scrape. It seemed like a one-way friendship the more I thought about it.  I was so distracted that I forgot all about the conversation we’d been having about our lunch date…that I couldn’t recall. 
    Kalan weaved us back and made sure I ’d eaten and was okay before he left to meet up with a study group at a restaurant near the campus.  He offered not to go and just weave a solution later, but I wouldn’t have it.  Weaving for personal reasons was becoming way too convenient for both of us and I was already feeling guilty for imposing on Pepper.  Besides, I was feeling much better.  Deep down, I was sure my sleep issues were at the root of my problems anyway.
    After Kalan left, I wandered back to my unit and tried to spend some time studying.  I had two papers due the following day and there was no way I was going to take any weaving freebies.  My laptop was open, and that blank , white page with the blinking cursor did nothing to inspire me.  What the hell was wrong with me?  I flipped through the pages of my text books but I was completely lost. I could not concentrate on my studies to save my life.  It occurred to me that I didn’t have the slightest clue what to write for either one of them because I wasn’t familiar with the subject matter.  I had no notes, I didn’t remember any of the in class discussions, and I didn’t even know where to start.
    It suddenly dawned on me that I’d been weaving like a n out of control junky.  I had no job, so I just weaved for my groceries, my bills, and anything else I had to have.  Adding to my gluttony, I wasn’t even focusing on my education anymore.  Nope.  Plain and simple, I was a walking contradiction to everything I believed in.  What had become of my strict moral weaving code?  I looked around my nicely furnished abode and was so disgusted with myself that I wanted to heave.  I thought back to the way I used to feel when I would do my weaving to make things better for people.  No wonder I was feeling so weak!  I wasn’t doing a bleeping thing for anybody but myself! 
    The cursor continued to blink at me , and the silence of the apartment felt like an enemy.  My eyes darted to my expensive looking couch, the cherry wood dining table, the assortment of decorative lamps, throw pillows, and the big screen television.  Ugh!  The excess threatened to pull the air from my lungs.  I had to get out!  I shut my eyes and weaved to the first place that came to