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Sitting in the subway, Sarah did quite a lot of thinking. Everyone walked around, oblivious to the thoughts she had. On some level she wished that just one person would sit next to her and ask "How ya doing?". But she knew talking to someone would probably be to great of a risk. "Who could I even trust?", "Who would understand?" she thought to herself. She knew the legal reasons why she should not do what was planned. But she was driven by something, that in her mind, was a greater law.
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"Why must I be the one?" she though to her self. But Sarah knew why she must do what she was about to do...or at least attempt it. There was no one else who was able or even aware of the problem much less who understood what needed to be done. Despite acting alone she felt an enormous pressure, as though everyone was watching her, depending on her to succeed. She grabbed her bag as the train lurched to a halt. Her movements were stiff, hesitant with anxiety. As she approached the square, bustling with so many people, and yet each one somehow detached from the others, she felt uneasy. "Something is not right. There are others here. They know." Panic struck and Sarah scrambled to an edge of the square leaning her back against a large concrete wall her heart racing. |
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