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14. Got You
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2024-12-10 07:01:15ARIA'S POV
.The past few days have been beautiful for me. My childhood friend Celia took me into her home without questions asked.With her divorce proceedings underground and the loss of her baby, it turned out that she needed me as much as I needed her. My presence uplifted her and brought her some peace and calm.After two days of absolute peace, I finally began to settle. Celia proposed a job at one of the bookshops her friend owns and I couldn't help but accept instantly.As a kid, she had always been a lover of dress-ups and fashions, and she pursued her dreams. Now she owns a little cosmetics brand. I've always been the speaker; I read a lot, and I was great with communication and speeches. I ended up as a professor of English.Chasing dreams... I had more dreams that I wanted to chase. I want to build a school for the less privileged kids in Queensland. I also want to build a standard skills acquisition center for kids who are talented in crafts a
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