Pace (an acrostic poem)

Putting her daughter to bed, Abby felt like she was about to break.

Already she was dreading the amount of work she had to still do

Considering she needed to be ready to go to her other job in seven short hours

Eventually this sprint would either let her win the race, or have her crash and burn.

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