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drowning again.
Life found a way to pull me under.
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That morning, I sat at my desk, staring at another overdue notice, trying to figure out what I could delay.
That’s when the door opened.
A man in a charcoal suit stepped inside and walked toward my cubicle.
“Are you Nora?” he asked when he stopped beside me.
“Yes,” I responded skeptically.
He stepped forward continue reading …
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