The Story of the 90's (Re-writing "The Story of an Hour") As Ms. Mallard uneasily sat in the waiting room, she watched the hustle of people as they scurried in and out of the clinic doors. The ring of the bell above the door sang like wind chimes on a blustery day. She stared at a mother and child across the magazine table as they flipped through an old and badly torn edition of Highlights. …showed first 75 words of 981 total…

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