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[calcetines]

"Of course it can," said Angel, not looking up from her essay. "There are more jobs in the world than what they offer classes for here. You could run a day-care for ministry workers. Sure, it won't be the highest paying job, but you'll be doing what makes you happy." Angel liked to help people, but her true passion was wand-making. It was so much fun, and she got to use her hands and every subject she was taking, except for a couple.

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Jenna scrunched up her nose, that didn't sound very fun to her. "Okay, little kids with diapers isn't exactly what I meant," Jenna replied. "I was thinking more like kids that are 5 and up, the ones you can run around with and tickle until they start screaming."

[calcetines]

"Oh, I see," said Angel. Then for once in her lifetime, she didn't know what an appropriate answer would be. But if Jenna followed her heart, she would find her calling. Angel stopped writing for a moment and ran a hand through her red locks. She was stressed out. She sighed, then continued writing.

[questionmarksrule]

"Yeah," Jenna replied wearily as she added a few more lines to her essay. Jenna ran a hand through her curly hair. It varied from day to day, but usually the long expanse of black was only curly when Jenna was stressed, like now. When she had a relaxed day, it tended to straighten.