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That's what he said. "This is your last call, believe me.." Then he was gone as I nodded my head to say that I knew. The feeling of Dread in my stomach grew. Last call... not enough time left... The feeling of Dread wells up and then subsides to be replaced with Despair. Despair felt lonely I suppose and summoned Dread back. I could have dealt better with one or the other, but both together leaves me a mess, the emotional storm enough to leave me feeling ill. Panic begins to rise now. How will I manage this? What will happen now if I can't make last call? Where will I go then? I have gotten all the help I can and it is still not enough. I feel lost. Panic decides thankfully to subsist for a moment, enough for me to gather my wits about me to think. Hope seems to be in hiding at the moment, but Anxeity is availible. Gods help me, I have to find money now, they've called Last Call.
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