Another Day.
Numbers fill the paper, overflow on to the table.
Fear.
She sweats as she recalculates, over and over.
Panic.
Click of they keys, flash of the screen.
Desperate.
A second job in the making.
Her head held high, she puts in her forty hours.
Sacrifice.
Years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds.
Dedication.
There is finally the light at the end of the tunnel.
Motivation.
She WILL walk across that stage.
Success.
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