Crossing the Line

MADDIE

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I was exhausted.

My fingers still ached from wrestling that ancient copier all day.

My shoulders burned.

My eyes stung.

I wanted my bed. Just my bed.

And maybe a world where the last forty-eight hours had never happened.

But no.

Because life was a joke and I was the punchline.

I pushed through the side gate, takin