The Sunday Whirl

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The sting of the bitter elixir hit her neck and frail hopes of escape faded. Curiosity disappeared into a facade of dreams, doubts of worthiness and strength once again clouded reality. Her body no longer restless, now had massive inability to move off the bed. She looked at the torn strip of gauze like materials that strapped her wrists to the cot. Her resolve gone, and sedatives her friends.

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