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Leah sat down in a chair in front of the television in Saul Goldstein's private office, her heart pounding and her palms sweaty. How could she possibly make this decision in five minutes or less? This was almost inhumane to make someone make such a life-changing decision under such circumstances and yet, she'd just wasted twenty seconds of that precious five minutes with such a silly thought. She had to stop feeling sorry for herself and right now. She should be thinking of things she wanted to ask Saul, things that would help clarify what she should do but what should she even ask about?
She grasped the cherry-wood handles of the chair as if they were a seatbelt in a car flailing headlong down a mountainside but quickly realized that was just as silly as feeling sorry for herself. If
