The hours were passing slowly. The minutes seemed to whisper to each other, plotting a sleepy plan next to the clock's hand. Faster, she ordered. Anxiety that consumed. Doubts that burned. A meeting, a conversation, a decision. Putting part of her life in someone else's hands just didn't feel right. What if I suffer?, she thought. To which her heart replied: Then we'll try again.


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