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A Nice Girl Like You -

"I’m Lucy. I’m here to return this. It was sent to me by mistake."

"There is no Wickham Lane in Oakhaven," Lucy muttered, her thumb tracing the embossed gold on the journal cover. A Nice Girl Like You

He stepped toward a canvas covered in a black sheet and pulled it back. It wasn't a painting; it was a mirror, but the reflection wasn't beige. The Lucy in the glass wore a deep emerald coat. She was laughing. She was standing on a pier in a city Lucy didn’t recognize, holding a ticket to somewhere far beyond Oakhaven. "I’m Lucy

"That's the 'Not-So-Nice' Lucy," Julian whispered. "The one who speaks her mind. The one who takes the promotion in London. The one who stops apologizing for taking up space." He stepped toward a canvas covered in a

The man, whose nameplate read Julian , didn't take the box. "We don't make mistakes, Lucy. That journal belongs to a version of you that hasn't happened yet."

A neighbor passed by and smiled. "Evening, Lucy! Such a nice girl."

Julian handed her a fountain pen filled with shimmering violet ink. "Write the first sentence. And make sure it’s something you’ve never said out loud."

"I’m Lucy. I’m here to return this. It was sent to me by mistake."

"There is no Wickham Lane in Oakhaven," Lucy muttered, her thumb tracing the embossed gold on the journal cover.

He stepped toward a canvas covered in a black sheet and pulled it back. It wasn't a painting; it was a mirror, but the reflection wasn't beige. The Lucy in the glass wore a deep emerald coat. She was laughing. She was standing on a pier in a city Lucy didn’t recognize, holding a ticket to somewhere far beyond Oakhaven.

"That's the 'Not-So-Nice' Lucy," Julian whispered. "The one who speaks her mind. The one who takes the promotion in London. The one who stops apologizing for taking up space."

The man, whose nameplate read Julian , didn't take the box. "We don't make mistakes, Lucy. That journal belongs to a version of you that hasn't happened yet."

A neighbor passed by and smiled. "Evening, Lucy! Such a nice girl."

Julian handed her a fountain pen filled with shimmering violet ink. "Write the first sentence. And make sure it’s something you’ve never said out loud."