WHEN DO WE BEGIN?

(NURSE QUEENIE) AMBER'S POV

The world was gray fog, tasteless mist, for so long. Prison of silent servitude. I was dreaming, deep below the suffocating, bleeding-heart conscience of Queenie. Her life was a whining hum, relentless petty drone of pathos and mawkish empathy. I looked with her eyes...

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