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A LIFE IN THE DAY OF By Deepa Nair I wake at approximately seven o' clock each day. There's nothing at all that's of any significance during my day. I'll lie in bed thinking about the day that awaits me. I'll consider what lessons I have or make sure that I've packed everything. I'm the first to awake every morning, so I always walk downstairs to a dark and quiet house. I know that it sounds stupid, but the quietness makes me sad. I suppose the reason for this is that it's completely different to the hustle and bustles I used to get up to as a child. Maybe this just shows that I'm growing up and yet I'm not ready or willing to. Whatever it is, I'm not sure. Most of the other girls at school put a lot of time and effort into their hair. I don't. To me...

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