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Jules’ P.O.V. It felt like a lifetime ago, back when I had been drawn to the vibrancy of Chicago, especially on last New Year’s Eve when the city came alive with anticipation and celebration. It was a time when everything seemed possible, and every street corner felt as if it held the promise of a new adventure, something my heart had always called out for. But, during that New Year’s Eve, I had found myself at a party with some of my colleagues from work. I had chosen a sleek black dress that hugged my curves just right, feeling confident as I stepped through the dimly lit bar, a glass of champagne in my hand and already feeling a bit tipsy. The room was alive with laughter and music from a live band, and I immediately found myself swept up in the festivities. Champagne flowed freely as
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