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Submitted to Contest #66
Tomorrow. Tomorrow by eight in the morning. That’s what she had said. Six hours from now, and here I am with palms sweaty and shaking, but somehow supporting the weight of my head in my hands. Shoulders tensed and caved in, sending ripples of pain to my lower back. I can barely bring myself to peer through my fingertips at the blank and blinding computer screen in front of me, cursor blinking methodically. Mocking me. Eight in the morning. That’s what she had said. Like it was a favor. I suppose that it was. She had ...
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