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The work appeared elementary. Why could I not get my mind around the question. We all gathered around the table. Six associates, one problem. My mind was floating around other thoughts. I could not concentrate on the task at hand. My fellow associate nudged me with his hand. Rubbing my shoulder as if it hurt, I looked at him and said,” what was that for.?” He whispered, “Rachel, get our head in the game.” He could tell I was in a place faraway in thoughts that had nothing to do with problem solving.
By GmaCis on 11.11.2019
The school was scary in the summer- abandoned, vacant. It even smelled weird. Well, probably. She tried not to get to close to it when she walked by, for fear that someone would reach out and kidnap her to make her learn something.
By Bridget Grace on 11.11.2019
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