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One choice was all it took. She felt her heart clench, closed her eyes, tight, pressed her hands to her chest--anything-- to make it stop.
Anna dropped to the floor. It was cold. Icy. And, as she slowly felt the last of her sanity slipping away into pandemonium, she let out a sorry laugh. She realized the irony of this; her, here, alive, real, standing in this derelict boulevard of broken dreams.