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I walked to my mother's office stopping out side her door. I needed to get myself together, all those boy thoughts messed with my head. I was supposed to look presentable for the owner of the orphanage seeking approval to volunteer there. I straightened my white collar, pulled my sleeves down and flattened my skirt. I exhaled loudly, this was all for my futer my career, boys are only temporary. So I took another deep breath and opened the door.

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