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My stomach's in knots; all twisted and nauseous. There's a full moon outside this window as I type this. The sky is just starting to get lighter as the moon, now the colour of gold, is sinking westward. And for once, the Gardiner is moving along quite nicely.
If the surgery gets put off again, I will go mad.
If the surgery gets put off again, I will go mad.
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