The day had only just begun, and already Samantha was near her limit. White swirls danced in her eye, a dull pain racked her ribcage, and her face was a shade of pale purple. She considered calling in sick to work, but she worried she might need those days later in the year. Her brother was having a baby, his first, and she wanted to be able to go home when it was born.
So she trudged on over to the little supermarket and clocked in. She smiled at customers in the aisles, then grimaced once she entered the employee lounge.
"You don't look so good, Sammy," Ricky said.
"Just what a girl loves to hear," she replied with a smile.
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