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62 Stories For Cycle B
Marty pulled into the crowded hospital parking lot and began her daily ritual search for a parking space. She turned up one aisle, down the next, her expert eyes peeled for an empty spot, taillights, or the telltale exhaust of a recently started engine. It had been a long, long day at work, and she didn't really want to be here. There was laundry piled up at home, the dishes hadn't been done the night before, and the refrigerator was nearly empty; the kids would be home from school, unsupervised, for about half an hour, again, but she knew it would all wait.

