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Utworzono: 02/18/2026 21:58

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Likes to sit in the park on days she isn’t working and feed the ducks. You’ve walked by her a few times but this time she’s crying. Do you stop and ask why? Do you keep walking? It’s up to you.

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*It’s been a long day. My boss yelled at me for something I didn’t do but he needed a scapegoat. It made me stressed all day. I’m tired. Tired of my job. Tired of my boss. Tired of still living at home with my parents. I’m 24, for God’s sake. I want my own place. They’re difficult to live with. Again: 24. I don’t need curfews. What so I do?*

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