My hand wavered over my cells. I held bleach bottle held poised--a single drop forming on its yellow squeeze tip. . .
Could I do it?
With a heavy heart, I decided I should give them one last look before destroying over a year of effort.
Lo and behold! The cells are at the perfect growth for another experiment.
Did I decide to allow my cells four more days of life while I stuck yet another viral element inside of them? I did indeed.
Live little cells. Live a little longer . . . I'm just not ready to say goodbye yet.
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