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A small lamp on Melissa's desk bathed the bedroom in a soft, warm glow, providing just enough light for her to move around without tripping over anything. The dresser on her wall had a mirror that reflected her bed and the window behind her, revealing a few swirling snowflakes outside.
The sound of her father's footsteps in the hallway outside left her feeling uneasy. If the last three nights were any indication, she was in for yet another long discussion on the importance of making responsible decisions. Sometimes she wondered if middle-aged parents had simply forgotten what it was like to be young.
Of course, her father had a point. Aaron did have a way of pushing her into things she didn't want to do, and she sometimes gave in just to shut him up, That was a habit she would have t
