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a moment stopped by fear of possible future events

ok, Saturday was the day of my sister's bachelorette, this is the day I was struck at a discount store on the left side of my head, suddenly a stabbing pain nearly brought me to my knees, however, in one second I thought, if I allow myself to fully hit the floor, one of the shoppers will totally steel my purse, in this purse is cash meant for my sister, in this shopping cart, at least 45 minutes of carefully chosen merchandise, the store will put all this away, and I'll be on the floor, sprawled with my shirt over my head, no purse, precious shopping down the tubes, so I held tight to the cart handle, I quickly recovered, just enough to get to the register and out to my car, squinting the pain, trying to coax it out of my temple to the back of my head so I could at least drive home and complain and cry in my husband's arms.

later, I notice that I have a waterfall deep inside, I thought at first it was euphoria, but it was quickly followed by a sick wave of nausea, I then realized I was hunched over, my fingers over my nostrils, blood pooled in my palms with about 4 hours until departure for bachelorette debauchery. what to do? I call her and say I'm not feeling well, please go shopping without me, I'll be ready to go when it's time, I'm very worried, very concerned I won't pull through for her, but I do, and we had swirled ourselves in ourselves, making today's oddity necessary and acceptable, I was a trooper for once, while that may just be a small victory to some, to me, I felt taller, better, gorgeous. the pain and blood gone.

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