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Learning how to soften life's hard edges until they are bearable to touch. Learning how to fall and get back up again, fall and get back up again, fall and get back up again, fall and get back up again. Never stop improving.
I take a little breath and begin walking. I don't have much time to think. Tomorrow everything will change, one way or another. Which way should I go? My head turns my problems over as I walk home.
He left a calling card.
Margeurite couldn't believe it. She had spent HOURS making herself look perfect. She had thought he was about to propose. But, no. He just stopped by to say hi before his all-important business meeting today.