Exhaustion was setting in, and she couldn’t stop thinking about that baby deer. Stumbling on the front step, she felt dizzy again and knew she needed to eat something. So she chased a couple of saltines with some flat ginger ale, then curled up in her sleeping bag. Sleep would make everything better. As long as she didn’t dream she would wake up with a clear head, and then she could figure out what to do. But sleep didn’t make everything better, and when Cyn woke again her head was pounding. The room went black, and she had to count to ten before her vision cleared. Mental note: You need to eat more than just crackers. She looked at the clock to try and calculate how long it had been since she’d last had a solid meal and saw it was two o’clock in the morning. Her shift was supposed to start four hours ago. Marv probably thought she was a no-show. “Shit, shit, shit!”
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