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Fortune Cookie

I sat impatiently, waiting for what seemed like hours for the doorbell to ring.
Finially, the chime echoed throughought the house, now almost surreal from all the anticipation.
I jumped up from the couch and started heading for the front door, rehearsing opening lines in my head. At the same time, I kicked myself for being so nervous about Ben.
Now that we were just friends, something I never thought we’d be, I wasn’t sure how to treat him. What to say, what not to say, there were no set boundaries and I hated the thought of setting them.
As I passed by the kitchen counter, I spotted a lone fortune cookie, left over from my parents take-out meal the other evening. I paused and stared at it, contemplating.
I knew I needed a definitive piece of guidance before I opened the door for him. But as someone who has trouble believing in god, why would I trust in a cookie? Still, I gave in and cracked it open.
It read:
“Modify your thinking to handle new situations.”

I slipped it in my pocket and opened the door.

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