It happened
Once I stepped into that empty room
I felt like I was in there for hours instead of 15 minutes
My hands were playing with each other, comforting their nerves
I came out of there alive barely surviving
I kept scrolling down to refresh the page every day until it happened
A few weeks later, it happened.
I got the job
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