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Rebecca lifted her head up from the keyboard, then let it drop again.
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She sighed and shut the laptop off.
It was a hopeless task. Finding her own voice and using it to write a piece on the music festival was just not going to happen. Why hadn't her editor chosen someone else, someone like Bobby or Shane? Someone who liked these kinds of features!
She just wanted to stick with her reporting of the news, the plain old boring news. She didn't want to emulate any of the great gonzo journalists, or whatever. She just wanted to tell it like it is, and get the hell out. Was that so hard to understand?
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