And her heart throbbed,
as fast as could.
Was pounding up
and down,
in the swing of__
fears, vagary,
jeopardy....
.
Holding that scary
thing,
A stream of
text___
with mind taking
speed of light,
understanding its
context.
Eyes popping
out....
.
And a grieve wave,
passing by her
face.
She gave up:
"Dear Customer
...”
Curtains down*
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