Jan/Feb 2015 • Vol. XXXVII No. 1 FictionJanuary 1, 2015 |

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One morning I stepped out of the shower and began toweling myself off, only to discover that just one of my legs was shaved. The right hand one. I thought I could remember shaving both, resting one heel on the rim of the bathtub and then switching, carefully edging around the backs of both knees. But sometimes I put my underwear on inside out, too. My perceptions are not totally to be relied upon. Back in the shower, I first let the water flow cold and ran my fingers over the goosebumps on my unshaved leg to make certain I had the correct one. I lathered it up with a bar of soap, turned the spigot all the way to hot, hot, hot. For a second after I was done I closed my eyes and let the water do its work, rinsing off the lines of scum the razor had left behind. Then I jumped back out and grabbed my crumpled towel off the closed lid of the toilet. Damned if my other leg was not, now, completely unshaven. Fuck it, I thought. There is not enough time. There is just not enough

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Adrienne Celt's debut novel, The Daughters, won the PEN Southwest Book Award for Fiction and was an NPR Best Book of the Year and an NYPL Favorite Book of the Year. Her story “Temples” was included in The O. Henry Prize Stories 2016. Her work has appeared in EpochZyzzyvaPrairie SchoonerEsquireElectric LiteratureThe RumpusThe Millions, and elsewhere. She has an MFA in fiction from Arizona State University, draws weekly comics at Loveamongthelampreys.com, and lives in Tucson.

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