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Looking into the distance; there floated an insignificant, lonely cloud. Separated from its kind. Roosters were cooing early in the morning and her eyes came to life. Just another day. Better get ready she thought. Tired from sleep, Angela threw on her largest coat and searched for the door. There was a tingling sensation once she stepped in the white tiled room. At the polished sink, Angela reached for her worn-out toothbrush and the Colgate and paused when she caught her reflection, watching herself.
The doors slid open and welcomed Angela in, “Angela! Good morning! Had a nice weekend?” The familiar faces greeted her as she ascended the levels to her office. “What’s the schedule for today?” Angela starts the day with the usual double shot Espresso. She updates herself on what is current in the country and every now and then, a colleague reveals a case for the next salient report in their next issue. Lunch was spent with the ladies at the nearby café. During this time, Angela would relax in a pool of conversations about who has been where and who did what and other small chit chat. Once back in her dull office, decorated with best news reports of all time, Angela sits at her desk and anticipates the end of her shift. This was routine. Angela felt she had a purpose in life.
“We have a special announcement! Attention! Today we must bid farewell to someone very special! Angela… Angie… Not only a magnificent boss but a true true friend to us all”. Angela fought the tears as they threatened to pour out of her eyes. “We will never forget her as she will forever be in our hearts. Cheers!” Champagne flew, and sprayed with the dispersing cheers and laughter and Angela received many final embraces.
They told her she was entering the next chapter in life called ‘freedom’. She couldn’t grasp this idea of freedom since at the end of her road was only death. To possess freedom is to live a life without meaning. Her ended career seemed to extinguish her purpose in life.

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