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April 19, 2011
Her tissue paper thin nails were shredded nubs, the torn cuticles painful yet that did not stop her from shoving them into her mouth for another gnaw. They had to take her seriously this time! If she didn't get this right, my God!

She'd survived by floating beneath the radar and staying well-liked. She quietly, competently got stuff done and when she screwed up, well, it didn't matter. Small drop in a big bucket. Being a cog had its benefits.

Curse him for noticing her and for putting her in charge of this.

She was running out of fingernails.