Under a sunless sky, blanketed in a think and heavy grey that threatens rain but never delivers, a young woman wakes up, ready to begin her routine as always. She takes her time, stretching her supple arms to their limit, as she prepares for what she expects to be a typical day. A satisfying pop from her shoulders signals that, perhaps, it would be a good one as well.
What a shame that she will never know such a morning ever again. Little did she know that, on this very day, by machinations of fate beyond her control, she would slowly come to lose everything that she once knew and love. How cruel it is that she and she alone bear such an unnecessary burden. But there is little that can be done now.
All that can be done is to ask one simple question: what is the age of the woman that is being spoken of?
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