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What was the phrase? Don`t cry over spilled milk? But she couldn`t. She couldn`t supress her tears, nor call back the many that had spilled down her face as she looked at the precious liquid dripping from the table edge, knowing it was the last time she and her brother Floki would be able to afford such a beverage in a long time.
It was right in front of her. She tried with all her conscious thought, striving toward a solution to the problem at hand. If only one could pause the clock, to make the most profitable decision in the time allotted. But on Father Time strides, leaving behind all chance to seize on the opportunity in front of her. Such is the nature of these dilemmas.