Sarah bit her lip, not out of pleasure but out of the need to steady herself so she did not dart for the door.
Marisol scrolls through the appointment list and marks the scheduled patients who have checked in.
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The winds here are charged, tensed and pressing against the maple barks.
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I’ll always remember when I was three and stepped up onto a new sidewalk that was too high for me, almost to my knees.
