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Day 1
The walk down the hall to the old man’s office was taking longer for her than it had seemed in the past. Perhaps it was because of the anxiety or maybe because she was just so worn down from the presence of competition, something that she saw as beleaguering to the task of helping people. Her footsteps felt like pauses and her heartbeats seemed like the pounding of some huge drum, possibly the very same thing that was trying to confine her, the leathe. . .
Day 1
The walk down the hall to the old man’s office was taking longer for her than it had seemed in the past. Perhaps it was because of the anxiety or maybe because she was just so worn down from the presence of competition, something that she saw as beleaguering to the task of helping people. Her footsteps felt like pauses and her heartbeats seemed like the pounding of some huge drum, possibly the very same thing that was trying to confine her, the leathe. . .
