"Thank you, miss. We'll look over your application as soon as we can," the nice receptionist smiled. I nodded thankfully. She eyed me curiously, and glanced at my application. "Um, how old are you?" she asked.
"Twenty two," I said, without breaking a sweat. I'd been prepared for that. I'm actually fifteen, but maybe I could pass for a very short, very young looking adult. She nodded, but since she had no proof I was lying, she let me go. I walked down the streets, the sun beating down on me. I could tell 由 the brightness in the sky, I was late. I picked up the pace, and started running. Dogs...
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