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"You're telling me you have missed work for one week and you're still expecting me not to fire you?" Mrs. Wilson's voice sounded even more annoying than usual from the other line of the phone. "I'm sorry young lady, but you're already fired!" She yelled. "At least I won't have to see your face anymore!" Elizabeth shouted before hanging up the phone and throwing it in the farthest corner of her bed, fuming. She was jobless now, f*****g perfect! After she calmed down a bit, she sighed and buried her face in her knees. Things were getting worse day after day. She hadn't been physically able to attend any of her classes on the past week, she hadn't gone to the bar and she hadn't talked with anyone. Which meant all she had done was stay inside her room, under her bedsheets. That's how much
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