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... hange was small, almost invisible from the outside, but to him it meant everything. A few weeks ago he had been the kind of trader who refreshed his account every few minutes, watching numbers flicker up and down as if staring hard enough might influence them.
Back then, every pip mattered emotionally. A small gain felt like hope. A small loss felt like failure. Now the numbers meant something different. They were results. Not entertainment.
Jake checked his account once after ea ...
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