I drew a shaky breath as my heart pounded a rapid drumbeat in my chest. With total disregard for the drops of water spreading widening stains on the papers in my lap, I gulped large swallows from my full glass. Wiping my wet mouth with the back of my hand, I leaned back into my chair and took slow deep breaths.
I needed to calm down. I wasn't living in that time anymore, but my mind reacted the same.
What was it about certain memories that could make your heart race and your palms sweat?
With perverse trepidation, I again reached for the water-stained letters.
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