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It was a quite early evening. The last rays of orange sunlight were just dipping below the horizon, and Sandra was sulking on a park bench, lamenting her experience at work.
‘I can’t go on like this,’ the black-haired girl said under her breath, wiping tears from her glasses’ lenses with her blouse. ‘Every day, they’re relentless.’
Learning from the Pros
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