Life or Death (kind of)

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The tiny space under the desk is closing in on me.  The scratching at the window turns into knocking. " Nadine," says a voice.  His voice.  " Nadine, I know you're there."  He knows-  I start hyperventilating...

No, of course he knows.  Gilbert knows everything.  Seeing my suitcase in the middle of the room, I remember what this was all for.  So, for all I care, I will be cramped in here all day.  But Gilbert will never stop me from fulfilling my duty. Er, dream.  Whatever.  If I have to wait a million years to go to Paris, so be it. 

This is what I'm thinking before I hear the hammer start slamming into the window.  Then, I totally freak out.

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