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Souls in Purgatory Commuting. Caution. Rictus. Tale of betrayal. Nothing for her to do but listen to herself begin to tell the tale again. Desk. The warehouse superstores. Headaches. Fake laughter. Not delivered. Jaw aches. Sitting. Not even a clock to stare at. Forgotten. But there they are, and the day is the same day.And they are waiting. And there you are with the clipboard, hesitating. Whose turn is it now, for pleading, for you to listen? Why won’t you pray for them? 77 ...

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