She sighed as she looked out the window at the dreary world in which she lived. Just three inches of glass separated her from the grey that was Northwest Washington. If I only had the money to jump on an airplane now and just leave she thought. Her heart longed for a moment when she would see the ocean with the sun setting behind it. All she wanted to do was get out of here; get out of the mundane, the repetition.
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