Hey all, C. Brian Brown here, and I'm the writer for today's episode of The Lift, Emotional Eaters.

If you enjoy the story, you can find more of my work at cbrienbrown.net.

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Thanks for listening. Thanks am Victoria.

Once upon a time there was a place that became locked.

It is a place where story and substance combine.

Do you hear me?

Where the reality of story shapes thoughts, where fantasy becomes tangible, this is that place.

Those who find themselves here are here to make a choice.

The choices you made in the past don't matter.

But the choice you make now is the one that will set your feet.

Casey Adams darts across the street, throwing a hand up as if the gesture can stop the two tons of steel heading right for her.

The car lays rubber and swerves, narrowly missing.

The heated air rustles the fabric of her skirt.

The driver shouts unintelligible words as she hops up, unscathed, onto the sidewalk.

Happy Thanksgiving, she calls after the car with a wave.

She checks her text messages.

Nothing from Mitch, just a request from her husband, Ian, to pick up some yinling black and tan.

Casey hurries toward the Indian grocery around the next corner.

Her heels clack on the sidewalk, a fashionable drum roll as her pace increases.

Slow.

Fast.

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