Gloria was a Real Estate Broker by trade. Taking that test at 23 was her comeuppance (as a child of a distant yet hard working single alcoholic Father). Thus having a good job was what she was taught, what she knew.
One day, as she was scrolling through her various retirement dream destinations online (which she often did, as her Sunday morning indulgence) Gloria muttered under her breath crassly "just two more goddamn years to go!". Gloria spoke this little surge of rejuvenation into being, then had this spontaneous thrillseeking yet self-destructive inclination; to "Live!"-"to Move!"..."to Be!" [this more of an outpouring-a radiating feeling].
Cuffing her chin within her palm-to prop her head up...as she opened herself to elucidation.
"Where do I want to go the most in this life?" She pondered solemnly-defiantly and directly at the notion [as her right index finger tapped at her upper lip-thinking].
Eureka! A fuzzy picture popped into her head, a recollection from an internal childhood-hiding-tale; the adolescent recluses to escapism -A Pyramid!
Gloria's eyes staring intently as she compressed those (clicking) symbols with her free hand pecking at her keyboard "Egyption tours".
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