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January 27, 2015
Running through the gauntlet of self doubt, Sister Angelita slowly shut the door to her quarters and slipped down the hallway. A whoosh of white past the bend caused her to dash into another nurse's quarters. The white habit of the figure down the hall came into view. Sister May, the head mother and administrator of the convent. Angelita listened to the snores of the newcomer in bed, Nurse Ross. How Angelita guiltily harbored enviousness for the young, glancing backward at Ross sleeping on her stomach, a sculpted thigh muscle protruding out from under the covers. Time for a drink.