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When we got to the waiting room, everything was a blur. The people in the waiting room were calm, waiting for their turns. The clock was moving in slow motion, the nurses wheeling people away were in slow motion too. There was no sound. "Delilah," The distant echo went through my mind. "Delilah," It came again, this time more clear. The third time was like a yell. I shook my head.

I hate this book lmfao the cringiest thing I have ever done was write this monstrosity

kind of a badass//Carl GallagherWhere stories live. Discover now