The Secret Story Begins

Today is my fourth session of my procedure. My procedures are on Tuesdays and Thursday at 6:30AM – 9:30AM and 15 minutes for removal of needles from my arm.

I met with a social worker to make sure that I’m not crazy in some shape or form. Based on my weight in kilograms determines how much fluid they will remove from my system as my blood is being refreashed.

The ship was making her way steadily through small waves which slapped her and then fizzled like effervescing water, leaving a little border of bubbles and foam on either side. The colorless October sky above was thinly clouded as if by the trail of wood-fire smoke, and the air was wonderfully salt and brisk. Indeed it was too cold to stand still.

Mrs. Ambrose drew her arm within her husband’s, and as they moved off it could be seen from the way in which her sloping cheek turned up to his that she had something private to communicate.