From Rags To Magnate

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is teeth, whisperi

As tears fell onto the examination repo

on becam

than anything that this was all just

of fate wouldn't spa

yet another harsh

he was a child, was left with n

n, and through sheer determination, he

od job, working hard to earn money, and re

future ahead, he collapsed and was rus

osis was

000, assuming that everything went smoothly

eeling himself with determinat

unt. He had worked part-time jobs while studying, sa

ith his girlfriend, Ellie Ha

feel a warmth spread through him

students who sneered at his need to work, Ellie had lo

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rings, the call une

ether in concern, and

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ould respond, sh

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s" could he realis

deep in conversation. He couldn'

t the entrance of the dorm? Sh

y pretty, and she's got guts too. She went ahead and organized a

giggled an

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elief enveloped