2002-02-04 - 9:45 a.m.

She looked at the foam beneath her feet. How long had she been standing there? Too long, she supposed.

The chips were falling where they may. They were peeling and taunting above her head. When would they fall? Would anyone notice?

She wondered, if she sat motionless and breathless, could she hold time in place? Could she prevent future blunders? Her gasp answered her question.

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