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𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞
ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬 - 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
At any moment, the brain has 14 billion neurons firing at a speed of 450 miles per hour.
We don't have control over most of them. When we get a chill, we get goosebumps. When we get excited, we get adrenaline.
The body naturally follows its impulses, which I think is part of what makes it so hard for us to control ours.
Of course, sometimes we have impulses we'd rather not control.
Mallory Shepherd was up way early in the morning, on a video call with her sister Kathleen, along with one of her nieces. As she sat in front of the camera, her family kept asking questions about her life in Seattle.
"Are you sure you're not seeing anybody?" Kathleen asked with her eyebrows furrowed. "Come on, Mal, you're only young once. Only one time in your life when you can have fun."
"God, Katie," Mallory winced at her words. "You have your own child next to you."
"Yeah, and even she agrees with me," Kathleen replied as she shrugged her shoulders. "I'd like some nieces or nephews of my own, you know."
"You have some, Nancy and Lizzie have given you plenty," Mallory insisted with a chuckle. "And then you have your own kids."
Kathleen rolled her eyes dramatically before focusing on her youngest sister. "Whatever, Mallory. So, what else to talk about— Has anything interesting happened in Seattle lately? Anything I'd like to hear about?"
"Besides Derek and Addison's normal drama?" Mallory pretended to ponder the thought. "Not really."
"I already know about that, you forget that Addie still talks to me," Kathleen continued, not seeming interested. "What about you? That's what I wanna know, what you're up to."
"And what's so important about that?" she raised a brow in response. "What about Meredith, Derek's mistress? I'm friends with her. You want any details?"
"Tempting, that's for sure."
Not even noticing that her bedroom door had opened, Alex Karev walked out into the living room. Shirtless, as he went to the kitchen, when he saw the computer propped up on the table, he walked over to see who it was.
"Who are you talking to?"
"Who is that?!" Kathleen exclaimed over the screen. "Oh my God, does he have a shirt on?"
