The Waiting Room
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Última publicación lun, feb 4, 2019
Time is relative to what you're waiting for.
This is a collection of stories from the point of view of the people in the waiting room. It is an attempt to understand what worry and anxiousness does to people. I say attempt because there is no textbook way to understand everyone and their unique situations, but it is a venture nonetheless.
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