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She was so happy it almost didn’t feel real. She gripped my hand with both of hers, her eyes shining with a gratitude that felt almost holy, and she called me a “guardian angel” before sprinting toward the pharmacy without another word. I stood there for a second, completely still, feeling a strange mix of warmth and absolute dread crawling in at the same time. I was now broke, and more importantly, I was already cutting dangerously close to being late for the biggest opportunity of my professional life. I sprinted toward the tube station, my lungs burning in the cold morning air, praying the Northern Line would somehow behave like it never had before.
