Meredith: None But the Lonely Heart
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"Time is of the essence. It is full of many presents. Some blow up in our faces. Others give loving embraces." - Theresa Ann Moore
You're a seemingly ordinary woman on a bullet train. But what the rest of the train doesn't know is that for the last several years, you have been caught up in a storm of grief and rage...and you are done pretending you can forgive and forget.
You're on this train because you want to show a bunch of assassins what a very, very angry civilian is made up of.
What you don't know is that you may end up finding hope again in the unlikeliest of places.
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