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Shania and Isabella were in the laundry room. After a long night of wanting to talk, they found an opening in the morning.

“I know what you are thinking,” Isabella said, breaking the silence in the room. Shania was leaning against the washing machine watching her best friend.

“I didn't say anything, did I?” Shania was busy playing with her fingernails to look at Isabel. It was her life, she had no say in it.

“I know you, and you think… I'll get hurt with the guys,” Isabella remarked and straightened up, the clothes were in the washing machine. Hence, the two women took some time to talk.

“I just want you to be happy, you are an adult… I can't tell you how to live your life,” she only wanted to make sure Isabella wouldn't get hurt. She let out a chuckle and climbed on top of the washing machine and sat comfortably.

“The guys are like that… and I'm not seeking love, Shania you know this,” Isabella said knowing full well she wasn't ready for a real relationship. Shania nodded, her friend