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Searching for a job may sound easy but only when Primrose stepped her toes into the field did she understand that looking for a job was a job in itself. Not a part time one either, a full time job that makes your hair go grey with stress and loose appetite. Two days went by without success. So far Primrose had long forgotten when was the last time she ate a proper meal at the dining table with the poor excuse of the family that she was living with. At this point, Primrose was surviving on ting bits of grapes and she was already sick of them when she sent another resume. The bed was hard where she sat. It was already noon and her eyes were heavy from staying up all night to polish her resume. Her phone's screen brightened up. She blindly reached for it and unlocked it, staring at Cas