"Even before she hung up, something possessed her. It wasn't anger so much as a feeling of abandon, the hard snapping
twang of release -- she was letting go of all that had, for so long, been holding her back. What
was it that was holding her back? she wondered now. Why had she so fully given into this idea of patience and long-suffering? Why was she waiting for answers? The
hell with patience. She was done with waiting, with standing around and wringing her hands not saying what she really needed to."
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