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The sound of my alarm blared, waking me up. I put my pillow over my hair trying to block out the sound but it didn't work. Reluctantly, I got up and turned it off. I hated Mondays, then again, who didn't. I wish I could take a vacation and just sleep for hours straight but I knew I didn't have that option. After all, the company wouldn't run itself. With a groan, I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. I stood in front of the mirror, admiring myself as I brushed my teeth. My red hair was as straight as a pin. It was something that I had gotten from my grandmother. People always talked about how much I looked like her. I didn't think I was as beautiful as her though. While her hair was curly and was like a wildfire, mine was straight and I always felt like it made me look a lit
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