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Chance

Chance  She convinced him with one look to take a chance on her lips, a sideways glance entrancing  hands to wrap around waists and necks, to slip out of the strobe lights and into dark corners.  He wrapped his attention around her mystery, a girl so soft-spoken she almost blended into the wall paint, emerging from invisibility, catching the corner of his eye, her downturned lashes faltering his control.   He needed to know her.  She fed on his intrigue, a vampire preying on his intoxication, his involuntary lust to touch, falling trap to her game, her mastery of magnetism.   But he was just a number, a nameless mannequin to satisfy  a night’s play, a symbol of her fear to  take a chance on love.

I just moved into a new apartment. I feel like I’m starting a new life, starting over, taking ownership of the aspects of my life I didn’t own before. I asked my roommate tonight what her advice to you all would be if she could impart one piece of wisdom. By happenstance, she said “take a chance.”

Beautiful.

–Leanne Rebecca

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