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2020-11-25 22:29:07The sun was overhead. She felt its diverging rays on her skin like million stabs, a glimpse at her wristwatch confirmed it as it read 12:01 noon.
How time flies.
A loud groan from her tummy etched a frown on her face whilst her hand rubbed it gently; Anticipation getting the best of her, She woke up as early as six for a job hunt that she hadn't had time to chew on the slightest edible thing around.
Her eyes darted, making sure its loudness didn't pick awareness. Her mouth released a small puff of air in relief when no one did.
Gotta ingest something, she thought. But not until I'm over this.
Zaphrina was Currently standing in front of a grocery store where she mentally recited a short prayer. Hoping not to have a repetition of previous stores encounter. She clung her bag a little tighter than it already was before reaching for the glass door.
Fortunately, there wasn't a population at the cashiers. She walked straight to a
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