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CHAPTER 15
Please be there, Jonah. Please don’t go. Please. I exited at Columbus Circle and walked at a brisk pace. I checked my watch again. I was 20 minutes late. I swallowed. As I walked, just a few blocks away, I suddenly felt a pang in my stomach. I stopped, taken aback by the intense pain. I bent over, clutching my stomach, unable to move. I’d never experienced anything like this before. I struggled to catch my breath. People passed quickly by on either side, but no one stopped to check if I was OK. After about a minute, I finally, slowly, stood back up. The pain began to subside. I began walking again, heading in the direction of the café. But I now felt completely disoriented. And something else….Hunger. It wasn’t a normal hunger, but a deep, unquenchable thirst. As a woman walked past
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