The dramatic indecision of time lay in that bed with us, in between us, around us, covering us in a womb of guilt. Soon urgency flooded into the room and covered me, a hazy fog that made me sick. But I had not developed an escape plan, held at bay the prisoner of this electrifying urgency and guilt. Shackled the the woman beside me...powerless.
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