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Taking a Chance on Fate
I sat on my cozy living room couch, a swirl of conflicting emotions clouding my mind. After hanging out with Melissa in her apartment, I was stumped. I had promised my best friend, Melissa, that I would think things through before contacting Abaddon. I had felt a connection like never before, but now doubt gnawed at my heart.
Melissa had been both excited and about my encounter with the enigmatic man. "It's natural to be cautious, especially after what you went through. But do not let fear cloud your judgment. Give him a chance, Lia. You deserve to find happiness. You are stronger than you think, Lia. And you have me and our friends to lean on if things get tough. I say go for it!"
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