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Submitted to Contest #73
Annabel O’Leary had spent far too long in the ladies’ room, she could feel it. There was no clock above the lopsided wicker basket that held the paper towels for hand-drying, but each passing second fell into her gut like a droplet of mercury. She grabbed a fistful of the abrasive tri-folded napkins and made one last pass at mopping the hot tears and mucus from her already-reddened face. Three clockwise swipes, a bit of dabbing at the flared, humid caverns of her nostrils. It would have to do. ...
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