Monday, March 5, 2018

Day 62.

As the time past, she felt what little selfassuredness she had devolve, melting away into a sad puddle at her feet. The doubt stole into her soul, a bank robber acrobatically avoiding the laser beams she thought she had created for just this thing. Once in the vault, it sat staring out through her eyes and back into her heart, forcing her to recoil.
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