key?” he asked. “Oh!” I let out a nervous breath. “Fear friendship.” He raised his eyebrows. “What?” “So a lot of people think fear is bad,” I said, trying to forget about the kiss. “But I don’t think fear is our enemy. Usually it just wants to protect us from getting hurt. Once we see that, we realize that fear is a friend, looking out for us. And that doesn’t mean we have to listen to it all the time, but we also don’t have to avoid it! Then everything relaxes a little bit.”
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