21-3-18

Lynn became invisible and realized, a minute later, that a George Bailey experience is not guaranteed. Lynn was actually erased. Not like a scab that falls off cleanly (it still leaves a scar).

She was like the rock in the path that you almost stubbed your toe on, but you lifted your foot a bit higher because you had eaten a good breakfast, and had a bit more pep in your step, so your foot cruised right over it, and your footfall fell without incident. Lynn was nothing.

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