“Samantha, before you go …” Iris takes hold of both my hands, her face filled with concern. “Sweetie … I’m sure you’re doing what’s best for you. But just remember, you only get your youth once.” She looks at my hand, smooth against hers. “You only get these precious years once.” “I’ll remember.” I bite my lip. “I promise.” “Good.” She pats my hand. “Off you go.”
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