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        "Oh no! Come on!  Charles is almost here and the floor is still dirty.  What is she going to do?  He is going to be angry with me if this is not clean.  Oh no."  Lucia continues to scrub the coarse white tile floor in hopes of cleaning that one indomitable stain.  Her face, a shade of red similar to a cherry, complimented the beads of sweat emerging across her face.  Her breathing grows heavier as each scrub intensifies, and her long brown hair constantly swings back and forth as she kneels on the ground.        As Lucia vigorously scrubs the floor, her left hand slides on a slick area and her jaw slams into the tile floor with a si