Part 1 - 30 Hours

"This seems to be the way it's going to be. I'm out of this city in January, unless a miracle comes through.", she said, with her classic sadness-concealing smile - a signature smile that I could read by now from a mile away.

She looked up at me. "Hello?"

I was counting.

"Counting time in terms of the estimated number of real hours you have left to

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