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Izzy opened her eyelids and looked upon the ceiling of the cave. She traced the subtle lines in the rock with her eyes as she continued to listen to the others discussing the best plan of action.
Their words had infiltrated her slumber, yet that was not what had awoken her. It was the poking of a stick by the grandmotherly old-woman which had finally dragged her from her sleep.
She continued to stare at the rock as she let her thoughts marinate, she was not ready to cast her vote upon another.
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But I was clinging to her like a homicidal monkey.
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