A #ZapFic50 (fifty-word story) written by Bruce 
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"Don't worry," he says.
He means well. He doesn't know I'm entirely constructed from molecules of angst.
"Sit down," he says.
I'm an anxiety shark swimming in an ocean of disquietude. I have to keep moving, or I'll drown.
"Breath," he says.
I see my panic reflected in his eyes.
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