S A I R A' s POV
The cold air from the hand dryer brushed over my face as I fixed my hair one last time. I glanced at my reflection, quickly touching up my lipstick before heading out of the washroom. The journey had only just begun, and I was already feeling the toll of the early morning chaos.
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