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ever? It wouldn’t be so much a coming out as a ‘take it or

leave it because I am who I am and I’m not apologizing

because I’m awesome and we all have past shit, things we love

and things we want to cringe over.’ That’s normal. That’s life.

You were just doing life the best you could, but what if that

looks different in the future? Could it look different? Is there

room for that?”

Adalynn was silent for so long that Cassia knew she’d

offended her. It was impossible to believe she hadn’t. She’d

gone off on a huge monologue, giving advice to someone she

knew so little about. It wasn’t polite. She’d probably just come

across as the world’s biggest know-it-all. She normally wasn’t

so walking self-helpish. She shifted in her chair, crossing her

legs. The chair creaked, but it was the only sound in the room

save for Adalynn’s deeper breaths.

“You’d think I’d be tired of playing it safe by now,”

Adalynn whispered. She turned her face away, towards the

computer screen, which was frozen on a shot of the side of the

house. “You think that I’m being, I don’t know, single-

minded? Narrow minded? That I haven’t considered all the

options?”

Cassia uncrossed her legs and planted both feet on the

ground. “No!” she protested. “No, I definitely don’t think that.

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said so much. It was rude. I’m the

one who hasn’t considered everything. It’s easy for me; I have

nothing to lose. If someone told me that I should live the way I

wanted to live, but it meant maybe doing something to harm

my sisters or something like that, it wouldn’t be easy for me to

make that choice.”

Adalynn turned, angling her face towards Cassia. She

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