No one has a destiny; everyone has choices.
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She broke apart the fortune cookie and uncurled the slip of paper.
It said: "Tell a little lie today."
It said: "Tell a little lie today."
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The day shredded her, cut her to the core. At home, she rested—in constant pain, but she mended.
Tomorrow, she faces the blades again.
Tomorrow, she faces the blades again.
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