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Emma thumbed her pound coin through the slot, the light from the display monitor lit up her face with pastel blue. She frowned at the crack in the glass. Her eyes swept over the options. What should she pick? She never could make up her mind.

The sunny Bahamas? A jungle trek? The instructions were clear enough, just plug in and play. A quick fix without expending vast amounts of time.

Emma stared wistfully at the comforting blue light. Time was a precious commodity and there was work to be done. So much work. Emma sighed. She pushed ‘Return Funds’.

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