That night, LiNK offered me the internship, one that I didn’t even ask for. Any job offer that I ever gotten up until this point in my life, I had to work for. I had to dress nicely, and say the right things. This fell into my lap without me so much as lifting a finger. After a day of contemplation, I took it. Moved by lives of innocents that silently beg for help, the fugitives that constantly live in fear and paranoia. I have the opportunity to fight for the cause, to make a difference in the lives that are slowly crushed by evil.
I was fighting for something.
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