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          She dreamed of this moment. The chance to write with the much-needed criticism from those around her. Her fingers ached, but she happily kept typing, pouring her soul out and into the screen before her. 

          Eyes tired, mind everywhere. The clock read 4 am, but she has just started. Strands of hair fell from her bun, cupping her face perfectly. Tears welled in her eyes, just a few more sentences. Time ticked on, mocking her tired state of mind, pressuring her to finish. 

          With a heavy sigh and a satisfied feeling, she slowly pulled her hands from the keyboard. Excitement bubbled in her stomach as she moved the mouse to the top of the page. It hovered over the publish button, just one click away. 

          And then she sneezed. The force of her sneeze sent her head flying forward, banging into the keyboard. The computer went berserk, exiting out of the page. Just like that, all her hard work was deleted.

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