Charlie looked down at her phone, aimlessly scrolling work emails with one hand, while she nervously rubbed her thumbnail with her index and middle finger with the other. Her dishwater blonde hair sat in loose waves and she momentarily put her phone down to toss it over one shoulder, and then the other. She bit her lower lip and pondered if this was really a good idea. Charlie had met Dan online, in a chat room, two months almost exactly to the day of her 26th birthday. If she was being honest with herself, Charlie had been struggling since May of the previous year. She had started writing as an outlet for her pain -- publishing her stories in what felt like a safe space: an erotic website. She had discovered the chat room feature after about a month and used it on occasion when she needed a particular outlet. She never found anyone worth talking to for more than a few minutes. Until Dan. She couldn't remember now what he had said to her at first, but after a witty retort to it, ...
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