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When she wakes up on Thursday morning, it's not a particularly special day. It's not Monday, the day where business seems a little more cutthroat and the chilren scream a little louder. It's not Friday, when excitement bubbles just under the skin. Thursdays seem to be days when the sun shines a little gentler, and oftentimes rain comes drifting down in lazy arcs that paint a scene of yellow galoshes and clear umbrellas.
On a Thursday morning on a not-so-special day, she wakes up and realises that she's happy.
On a Thursday morning on a not-so-special day, she wakes up and realises that she's happy.