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2003-02-27 ~ 10:18 p.m. ~ Story
My fate is sealed. There is no escaping. I’ll be a copier girl next week at the hotel. I do not like it, but I do not have a say. I am so depressed this whole time. I found escapism. Or at least. V boy and I are going to start a story together. We are brainstorming on ideas. But he suggested it should be of 2 people who lives in different societies. Their lives must some how be intertwined but they have never met yet. Not yet. I will spend some time next week during the retreat to think about it. I’ll be stationed there for 2 full days and probably even 3. I must have scored poorly with my manager as I showed very low enthusiasm for this project. Really. Who cares. I have it up my neck.
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