ESCAPE (Part 1)
The pulse of the city was pounding in her veins. She didn’t know where she began and it left off.
The pulse of the city was pounding in her veins. She didn’t know where she began and it left off.
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I started feeling it in my shoulders and neck. Then my head began pounding.
One of the things I miss the most when I was raising my two young sons, was the “time outs” they gave me.
Her name was Gizella, and I loved her fiercely.