Divine Opposition: Two Paths, One Intervention

The Vegas sun beat down, even at 7 AM, baking the asphalt on Torrey Pines into a shimmering mirage. My combat boots trudged along the cracked sidewalk, each step a heavy thud against the soundtrack of my despair. Kicked out, broke, and utterly alone. My white shirt clung to my too-thin frame, the plaid skirt a pathetic attempt at normalcy – as if anything about me screamed 'normal.'

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