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No choice at all is a choice

November 2, 2012

She’d made it as far as she could along overgrown train tracks, stumbling occasionally on clods of soil thrown up between the ties. She’d run a long time, and she’d allowed the rusted rails to set her direction. But eventually the woods around her began to darken, and she realized how much trouble she was in.

No choice at all is a choice, she said aloud, just to hear someone speak. It dawned on her, finally, what a long night it was about to be.

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