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Essay 3: Visiting hours in a mental hospital
The bell rang.
It was time.
It was visiting hours at the mental hospital.
She walked in.
He was sitting there.
Waiting for her.
She never let him down.
The thought never crossed his mind she would.
They talked. Smiled. Shared. Made the most of the valuable time.
The bell rang again.
Attendants came in and escorted them back to their respective cells.
