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The end comes too fast, no matter how long it takes.  Life takes far longer than anyone imagines, and days flit by like a calendar in a breeze.  Marjoram was feeling the passage of time and anxiousness bubbled up inside of her.  It was always at the worst moments, Marjie felt, that she decided her life was being wasted.  At this moment, it was being wasted in a conference room on the sixth floor of an office building in a city that needed so much work it made Marjie cry when she thought too hard about it.  The desire to be out of the room, out of the building, out into the street to even just pick up garbage was threatening to overwhelm her.  A polite cough to her right nearly made her yelp, but her fellow worker only pursed her lips in a smile and gave a glance to Marjoram's bouncing leg.  Marjie played the dance, smiled and apologized in a mutter, though in her head she swore at the lady.