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But then, out of nowhere, my phone buzzed. It was work. They needed me to come in early tomorrow. I was like, “Are you kidding me?!” I was so mad! I mean, can’t a refractor catch a break? But I took a deep breath. I reminded myself that tomorrow is a new day.