She opened her eyes and looked at the big glowing numbers on the clock: 4:14. She extracted herself from the arm encircling her and started pulling on her clothing. Stirring behind her made her turn and say, “I’m leaving now.”
“We can’t keep doing this.”
“I know,” she said. “We have to think about what to do. It’s my fault – I’m too cowardly to take care of my own situation.” She . . .
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