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“Please, help me! I’m looking for my husband.” The receptionist clicked on some keys on her keyboard, glancing at the panicking lady that was standing in front of her. She then filed some papers in alphabetical order and scheduled a few patient appointments on each doctor’s calendar. The lady was still standing in front of her, speechless. Her eyes were wide open, red. Probably from sleepless nights. Her hair was unbrushed and tangled in a sideway bun that had strands of hair falling apart in every direction. The receptionist rolled her eye...
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“You thought I wouldn’t come.” The air blew through the wooden planks, creeping up Blake’s neck. It was a late summer afternoon. The sun was setting so that only the sharpness of her jaw and her nose were visible, surrounded by long shadows. There was a silence that penetrated her ears. Her eyes closed as she hugged her knees against her chest. She rocked back and forth with the wooden floor cracking louder and louder. Tears rolled down her cheeks but only a slight glimmer could be seen in the dim light. “Blake,” He said, “You heard ...
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