She was so cold. Her fingers were turning blue. She moved her foot as much as possible so she could see one of them and noticed that her ankle was also turning a pale blue. She lie there in terrible pain. She had no idea how long she had been lying there. She believed she may have passed out and lost all track of time. Why didn’t she have her sweater on? She tried to scoot over to the table that held her important things. Telephone, TV remote, her eye glasses, kleenex box. O, she just couldn’t do it. She tried to call out, hoping that a neighbor might hear her cry, but she could barely hear herself, let alone a neighbor. Her front door was locked and dead bolted. How could anyone ever help her. She was going to lie here and die! Oh my dear God in heaven!!…
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