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Monday two years ago----------------------------------------------------------------Sent at 9:30 am 9/6/21Dear Melanie,How are you? I noticed you were in a rush to get into work this morning, and I saw you left the carpark and forgot to get a ticket for your car. I got you one, and I'm justletting you know in case you remembered to get one and then thought you might've been going crazy if there was one there when you hadn't got one :)Have a nice day,Jack (from two desks behind you)P.S. I thought your hair looked really nice today.-Sent at 9:...
The doctors appointments started 3 years, 9 months, and 15 days ago.The same amount of time has passed since I was told I would die.And 2 months, 17 days are left.I have something rare. It's called Goodpasture Syndrome. It makes something called Anti-bodies which are attacking my lungs and kidneys. I've needed an oxygen tank the past two years because of it. It's a big metal cylinder I have to wheel around all the time. I hate it because it makes people stare. And staring leads to questions. I think I might just explode if I have to answer a...
"Hello. Welcome to New Earth training. My name is Jacinta Essie, and I will be your personal guidance counselor whilst you prepare for the journey on A.P 2689. To start, please enter your name below."I lean my head in my palm, tired despite it only being morning. Blue light from the computer screen in front of me is the only light source in the room, the windows covered in reinforced steel to shut out the light of our dying sun. The face of a woman, with black hair pulled tight into a bun - Jacinta Essie, she said her name was - stares at me...
"Is Daddy coming home soon?"I balance my youngest daughter, Nancy, on my hip. Together, we stand at the window watching as the occasional car drives past in the dim light of the evening. In the background, the radio plays, a soft melody occasionally disrupted by the crackling of static.My eldest, Patricia, sits on the floor behind me, her ragdoll bunny tucked into the crook of her arm. It was Patricia who spoke."Yes, sweetheart."I hope.Three years ago, my husband was deployed for the war. Nancy was only a baby. The three of us, Nancy, Patric...
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