I think the 10-15 minutes I spent panic calling locations to confirm they were open was the difference between my sweet baby passing in the car versus getting there in enough time to say goodbye (we ultimately found out there was likely no intervention that could’ve saved her).
Which I thought would likely happen, but didn't want to update the chapter count on ao3 until I actually got stuck in and knew how long the last bit would be.
A pass that asks whether a reader could attach a he to the wrong man. A detector for five tics I kept finding in my own line edits. None of it makes a chapter good. Wh
Après avoir frôlé l’extinction au début du XXe siècle, l’espèce bénéficie aujourd’hui d’une protection renforcée, d’habitats restaurés et d’une meilleure cohabitation avec les populations locales.