“Tick tock tick tock” the clocks went on and on and on.
She wondered when the time would finally come. She’d been sitting here for 4 hours, waiting for her turn, but no luck. She had seen so many come and go and yet here she was, her name still uncalled. She wondered what was the point in making an appointment if she still had to wait this long. It was ridiculous! Had all the others made an appointment also? How come they had been seen and dispatched so quickly? And yet here she was, in the same place she had been in for hours, stale and stuck, waiting for her turn.
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