Nina drew in a long breath, letting her shoulders soften as they slowly lowered. She stretched her arms forward, easing the tension in her muscles, the kind that had been building after hours of nonstop typing. She had been working carefully through her paper, determined to finish it before the day slipped too far ahead.
The library lay quiet around her, shelves rising like silent witnesses. Rows of books pressed close, keeping her company with a stillness that felt almost sacred. She reread each paragraph she had crafted on her laptop, eyes tracing every line with steady diligence. Nina was the type who worked early, never waiting for deadlines to corner her. She liked having space to breathe, especially with her part-time job threatening to collide with her campus schedule.
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