Figuring it out
The remaining hours blurred by, every thought pulled back to that tattoo. The numbers flashed through her mind again and again, little jolts each time they returned. When the clock struck five, Emma finally remembered why they seemed so hauntingly familiar. A sudden clarity struck her, and tears welled. She spent the final minutes of her shift quietly crying, counting down the seconds until she could leave and process the meaning behind what she had discovered.
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