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Pretty in Pink
Writing down note after note of today's subject, Chigusa's thoughts drifted if for one moment to a question that would cloud her mind every once a while. What was the point of all this? She was not one to question education, namely what she arguably needed to graduate one day. But her future, even if distant at this point, was not something she could simply ignore forever... Notably when one was not absolutely clear of what she would pursue in a few years. Going over her interests had long lost its substance in order to appease her concerns, as none of them seem to provide a fitting career choice. Well, one that assured she wouldn't starve... Photography, painting, crafts, ... No, nothing... She sighed, redirecting her focus back on the teacher's lecture, tapping her pen against the wooden surface of her desk. She was left with her internal struggle unresolved, it seemed. Again.
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