Grrrr. After arriving on time and waiting 45 minutes only to hear there were five patients ahead of me, I gave the receptionist a "fuck this shit" face and told her I was out. She commiserated silently - the waiting room was packed. I will call to reschedule. On with a quiet day.
All the wandering hearts may have been practice for this: ripping some hearts out of a UFO whose days were numbered. There are lots of those laying around.
The same thing is likely for the story I've been wrangling.
The heart has been obscured by plot wriggling. It may even be missing.
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