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My happiness dies every day

You see me every day, sitting behind my counter, crouched over my desk, staring hard at the computer screen so that I get all the figures right for you. 

It is only figures that matter here.

I work in a bank. I deal with figures day in and day out.  They make their way even into my dreams. And I have to get them right even there. But, the facts of my life—they are all messed up.

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