She thought it would only be one secret. But, alas there were many. Too many and her head was spinning. The secrets were half-truths, vicious plans, and stupid paranoia all wrapped into day-to-day life. How they all continued in that disgusting bubble was beyond her. But she knew what had to happen next.
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She went down to the stacks, as she called them. No one knew that was her hiding space. This palce was not even hers. She lucked out in finding it. She pulled out a few documents and re-read them. It was time to do something. But first she needed a drink. Make that three. And, then she needed to make a phone call. None of this had been easy. None of it to come would be a cakewalk. She would have to keep her head down and become invisible.
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