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A Well Lived Life Book 9 AnalaChapter 82 Derailed
December, 1984, Chicago, Illinois “Where should I wait for my girlfriend?” I asked. “The surgical waiting room. Go down this hall to the elevator. It’s well marked.” “OK. I’m going to wait for my friends to arrive. I assume it’s OK to sit here?” I said, indicating the chairs. “Yes, sir.” I collapsed in the chair as the adrenaline began to wear off and the gravity of what had just happened hit me like a ton of bricks. I started shaking and couldn’t control it. A small moan escaped my lips...