“I’m just going to lay it out there straight for you, Hannah,” she said. A heaping bowl of guacamole, freshly mashed by the waiter, stood as the only divider between us. “You have to figure out what you want. Plain and simple, figure out what you want.”
Her words came draped with no tones of sympathy. There was no other option. That was it. Figure out what you want. Figure it out as if it was the only option left for your little life. Stop creating barriers and hurdles and excuses. Set expiration dates and move on.
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