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This is how I came across 3 amazing revelations. First, there IS a limit to the amount of solitaires you can play without reaching a suicidal level. Second, some muses simply don’t take “no” for an answer, cancer or no cancer. And third, it’s virtually impossible to write a masterpiece based on carefully planned internet research when you don’t have internet access to begin with.
Having said that, I’ll have to admit that this was originally meant to be a 7-parter, with each chapter named after a chakra and loads and loads of fact and science tidbits thrown left, right and center. All of that, of course, was a carefully plotted excuse to get B&B to perform the human pretzel, tantric style, without coming across as a sex fiend.
Alas, no such luck.
So we’ll pretend we got ourselves a free ride in the Angelator (Ms. Montenegro was very accommodating once she found out what I wanted it for) and we’ll skip all the mumbo jumbo and get down to the very basics: Booth and Brennan working undercover as a married couple and behaving... uhh.. well... as a married couple?