She finally accepted it was out of her hands. She gave up worrying. Just like that.
The weight still hung around her neck like an anchor. The fear of [rejection] still
clung to her like wet clothing. But she would not worry.
She pushed it to the side as if it was a curtain, only in the way.
clung to her like wet clothing. But she would not worry.
She pushed it to the side as if it was a curtain, only in the way.
She would not worry.
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