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Or maybe it wasn’t.
Maybe she was just really crap at it. At life.
Whole hours passed by. She wanted to have a purpose, somet hing to give
her a reason to exist. But she had nothing. Not even the small purpose of
picking up Mr Banerjee’s medication, as she had done that two days ago. She
tried to give a homeless man some money but realised she had no money.
‘Cheer up, love, it might never happen,’ someone said.
Nothing ever did, she thought to herself. at was the whole problem.
