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EPISODE FORTY NINE
SHE smiled a little, while she pushed back her smoky hazel hair and yawned. She didn't go back to sleep. She knew when to step back and when to take a stand, after all. She’d been doing one or the other most of her life. There were definitely some advantages to being up and awake at three in the morning, she decided. Her phone would not ring. No one would call or expect anything of her. For a few hours she didn’t have to be anyone, or do anything. If her stomach was jittery and her head ached, no one knew the weakness but herself. She went to the kitchen and started preparing a cup of coffee for herself to take her mind off things , Just below the kitchen window, she could see the streets were dark and empty, slicked by a little shower of rain. A street lamp spread a small pool of haloge
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