Reaching Out
I decided to reach out to Jennifer, a friend who might help me gain some clarity. For a moment, my fingers hovered over the phone’s keypad before I finally pressed “call.” Her warm, familiar voice answered almost instantly. “Hey, Emma! What’s going on?” she chirped, her tone as bright as ever. “I need some advice,” I said softly, my voice barely cutting through the haze of my emotions.
Reaching Out
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