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The smell of antiseptic and disinfectant is the best part of the day.
The drab floors and flourescent lighting are making my eyes hurt.
Pain fills my entire body as I shift around the waiting room chair.
Thirsty, throat sore, mouth dry as the Sahara.
Ah.... finally the sound of my last name echoing down the hall.
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Hope Martin
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I am a mother, a homesteader, and an abuse survivor.
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