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compare to the frost gripping her heart.





                  She slips on her boots and bolts toward





                  the front of the building. It's a risk. Even





                  at this time of night, she could be seen,





                  but with one small security post and one





                  guard, she has to believe that the chances





                  of  that  are  slim.  The  front  exit  of  the





                  hospital is closest to the main road into






                  the  city.  She  could  wave  down  a




                  sympathetic driver.
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