At eighteen, Gwen had mastered the art of pretending she had her life together.She had not.Not even remotely.But she looked like she did.Every morning, she walked through the streets of New York City with her headphones in, her coffee in one hand, and a confidence she had spent years perfecting in the other.The city was already awake before she was.Taxi horns filled the streets.People hurried past one another with phones pressed to their ears.Street vendors shouted over the noise.The smell of coffee, perfume, rain, and warm bread seemed to exist everywhere at once.Gwen loved it.She loved the chaos.She loved the lights.She loved the fact that there was always somewhere to go and something happening.Most of all, she loved knowing that somewhere inside all that noise was her own little life.Her mother.Her two best friends.Her school.Her internship.Her plans.Her stupidly enormous crush.Her future.Everything felt exactly where it belonged.At least, that was what Gwen
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