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There's less than an hour to go before the storm rolls in. I'm trying to get this last story typed up so I can leave work for the day, but I know when I do, that I have to talk to people I don't want to talk to. Then I get a fluttery pulse from my throat to my stomach that subsides when I remind myself that I'm at work - I've got to look at my notes. I've got to check how to spell sources' names. Now isn't the time to think about those other things...
40 minutes to go.
40 minutes to go.