The speaker’s voice droned on in Marie’s head and her chin slipped off the palm of her hand. She instinctively touched her throat out of habit remembering the feel of the cord around her neck. How in the world was she going to make it through this conference if she kept falling asleep in the first seminar and replaying the nightmare of that tragedy in her head? She needed a cup of coffee and she needed it fast.
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