http://slow.writerscafe.org/rae98 The original writings of author Raelin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017832 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This was not how I’d have pictured spendingmy eighteenth birthday. As my eyes scanned the room, I could hear soft clicksof the nurse’s heels hitting the blush marble floor and the whirring of a fan.It was like a prison cell, the walls were bare and the color of slate. A single.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rae98/2119223/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rae98/2119222/