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She would never leave without at least telling her in advance, Nancy Adams was one of the most ov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RifleChick272/222301/  It was rare that she would take a cab instead of the train, but when she did take the cab, it was a nice quick trip, exiting almost.  This cab ride was one of the longest of Delilah's life.  Between her eagerness to get to her interview on time, and the mounting silence, as fond of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RifleChick272/222298/  Her eyes snapped open, and she peered over to her clock.  This time, she wasn't late for her first period class in 11th grade.  Actually, she wasn't late at all, but if she didn't get going soon, she wouldn't be out of the house in time for her interview.  Delilah managed to u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RifleChick272/222296/  The last thing that Delilah Adams enjoyed was the feeling of waking up long before her body wanted her too.  Every morning her mother would trudge up the steps in her knee length blue terrycloth robe, carrying her chipped coffee mug, demanding that Delilah wake up.  She would repea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RifleChick272/222293/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RifleChick272/222291/  It’s raining, of course. 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