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The only problem came late at night, when she should be sleeping. When her mind wouldn't stop thinking. After she had exhausted re-living everything that happened today and everything she had to do tomorrow.
She thought about death. She was sure she would die in her bed.
That sounded fine, if she was being honest. It seemed simple and straightforward, just as she liked things. But she worried about tying up loose ends. She worried about her bank accounts and belongings. Who would she leave them to? Who would sort through them? Who would care?
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