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Working hard.
I dashed towards the looming concrete building with my umbrella at the ready.
I'd spent extra time styling my hair and the dishwater grey sky was swollen with rain clouds.
But it was silly to be worrying about my appearance.
It really was the last thing they would be looking at.
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