Wednesday, Jun. 08, 2005 - 2:49 p.m.
In the shaking that finally subsides twenty minutes before she gets to work. In the extra five minutes closed in the cubicle whilst she tries to remember why she�s here. In the four trips between front door and bedroom before she musters the courage to leave. In the staring at the phone as it beeps three missed calls. In the worried quick of her thumb folded carefully into her fist so the bleeding is unseen.
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