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I walk up the hall toward my desk glancing at the clock. I've been gone almost two hours, but something tells me Wilma won't mind. I've worked like crazy since coming here and she seems to trust my skills. I've returned a lot calmer and happier. I'll happily put in the hours at the end of the day to make sure she knows I'm not abusing my second chance at being here. She'll be happy with that. Plus, now I have some sort of plan about what I'm going to do, I feel better. I've always liked plans and control, knowing where I'm going and what I'm doing. Despite it not being exactly what I want in life, it's a step forward with a new focus. Determined to move on I have a notebook full of jobs to look at later tonight, resolving to apply for at least one of them. I beam at her as I pass her glas