Snowstorm Forced Me to Take Shelter in a Stranger’s Home, Only to Discover He Knew My Biggest Secret — Story of the Day

The relentless snowstorm made me seek shelter in a stranger’s home. At first, Justin seemed kind. Too kind. But when I discovered his connection to my biggest secret, everything changed.

That morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. The alarm blared, making the sensation worse. I groaned, fumbling to turn it off, and stared at the ceiling. Something felt off like the day was already conspiring against me.

At work, my boss, Lori, was standing at the head of the table, her sharp eyes scanning the room like a hawk circling prey. Meetings with Lori were less about collaboration and more about survival.

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“Good morning, team! Before we dive into the numbers,” Lori began, her gaze settling on me, “I have a special assignment.”

My stomach tightened.

“Sophia,” she continued, “you’ll be heading to Montana. There’s a small mountain town where our competitors are testing campaigns. I want you there by tomorrow.”

“Montana?!”

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“Yes, Montana. You’ll gather intel on their strategies. We need to stay ahead.”

“But it’s Thanksgiving! I had plans.”

Lori cut me off. “Plans can wait. This is business. You’re the best we’ve got for this kind of work.”

I glanced around the room. The silence was deafening.

“I’ll get it done,” I muttered, my hands clenched under the table.

“Excellent! Now, let’s discuss next quarter’s goals.”

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It felt ridiculous, yet there was no arguing with Lori. She wielded her authority like a weapon, and one wrong move could mean the end of my career.

After the meeting, I opened my laptop. My inbox was already filled with follow-ups from Lori: flight details, a contact list, and a reminder that the trip was “critical” for the company’s success.

I sighed, staring at the cursor blinking in the search bar.

“Montana, here I come,” I muttered, booking the flight.

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***

I packed my suitcase in record time, and in a few hours, I was seated on the plane, staring out the window at the clouds gathering in the distance.

“Looks like we’re in for some holiday weather,” a voice said beside me.

I turned to see a man settling into the seat next to mine. He had a warm, easy smile and a kind face.

“I’m Justin,” he said, extending a hand.

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“Sophia,” I replied, shaking it.

The usual polite small talk followed: where we were headed, what we did for a living. Then, after the second glass of sparkling wine, without thinking much, I let it slip.

“Actually, I’m supposed to gather ideas from competitors for my job. I guess you could call it espionage.”

Justin chuckled. “Espionage, huh? Sounds like you’ve got a pretty important job if it’s pulling you away from Thanksgiving.”

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“Well, somebody has to do it,” I said lightly, though the bitterness crept into my voice.

The flight passed fast thanks to Justin’s friendly conversation. But the moment we landed, the storm was full-blown chaos. Snow piled up against the terminal windows.

“All flights are canceled until further notice,” the intercom blared.

I sighed, pulling my coat tighter around me. The thought of spending the night in the freezing terminal made my headache return.

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“Rough day?” Justin appeared again, dragging his suitcase.

“You could say that.” I showed him the fully booked hotel listings on my phone.

“Well. I live nearby. It’s not fancy, but you’re welcome to stay.”

I blinked at him. “Are you sure?”

“It’s better than freezing here. Come on.”

Grateful and too tired to argue, I followed him out into the snowy night.

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***

When we arrived at Justin’s house, the snow was falling in thick, quiet flakes. The world outside was still, as though the storm had tucked everything in for the night.

“Everyone’s asleep,” Justin said, taking off his boots by the door. “I’ll show you to the guest room.”

I followed him up a narrow staircase. The house had a lived-in charm — family photos lined the walls, and the faint scent of pine lingered in the air. Justin opened a door and flicked on the light.

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“Here you go,” he said. “Make yourself comfortable. There are extra blankets in the closet if you need them. I’ll leave some tea and dinner for you downstairs.”

“Thanks.”

As he left, I glanced around the room. Suddenly, I noticed a photo on the wall. It was Justin, smiling broadly, with a group of employees in front of a sign. The logo on the sign was unmistakable. My stomach dropped.

Justin is the competitor!

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Before I could process the shock, my phone started buzzing on the nightstand. I groaned, knowing exactly who it was. Sure enough, Lori’s name flashed across the screen. Reluctantly, I answered.

“Well, well,” Lori’s voice crackled through the line, filled with satisfaction. “Looks like you’re exactly where you need to be.”

“Lori,” I began, keeping my voice low, “this isn’t…”

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“Listen, Sophia,” she cut me off. “I don’t care about your excuses. You’re there to get the job done. Dig through his files, find out what projects they’re working on, and send me everything. Don’t forget, I can make it look like this was all your idea. Clients won’t trust someone who spies on their own. Understood?”

Her words were ice in my veins. I hesitated, torn between guilt and the crushing pressure of her threats.

“Fine,” I muttered finally.

The call ended, leaving me feeling like I’d just made a deal with the devil.

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***

Hours later, when Justin’s house had gone completely quiet, I crept downstairs. His office door was slightly ajar, the glow of his laptop casting faint shadows.

My hands shook as I searched through his files, stopping when I spotted a flash drive inserted into the laptop.

That’s it! All in there!

Just as I reached for it, I heard a small voice.

“Hi,” a little girl said, rubbing her eyes. “I’m Liv.”

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“Hi, Liv,” I whispered, glancing nervously toward the hallway. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“Are you playing hide-and-seek?”

Before I could respond, Justin’s voice called softly, “Liv? What are you doing up?”

I panicked, ducking under the desk and motioning for Liv to keep quiet. She gave a tiny nod.

Justin appeared in the doorway, scooping her into his arms. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you back to bed.”

As they left, I grabbed the flash drive, tucked it into my pocket, and slipped back to my room.

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***

The following morning, I intended to leave quietly, avoiding an awkward goodbye, but Justin and Liv were already at the kitchen table.

“Morning,” Justin greeted, his warm smile lighting up the room. “You must be starving after all that travel. Come on in.”

I stepped hesitantly into the cozy kitchen, the scent of fresh coffee and pancakes drawing me in. Liv was drawing at the table.

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“Hi! I am Liv,” she said brightly.

Then, to my surprise, she raised a finger to her lips and whispered, “Shh,” mimicking the gesture I’d made to her the night before.

My cheeks flushed. “Hi, Liv! I am Sophia. Could I see your masterpiece?”

Did she remember everything?

“Yup!” She giggled, giving me her picture. “Daddy says we’re making pancakes for you. I helped with the batter.”

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“She’s the head chef this morning,” Justin chimed in, flipping a pancake on the stove.

“Thanks for letting me stay last night. It was kind of you.”

“Not a problem. Storm like that? You’d have frozen at the airport.”

Liv hopped down from her chair and skipped over to the counter. She picked up a plate piled high with golden pancakes and walked it over to me, balancing it carefully with both hands.

“Daddy, can we have whipped cream on them?” Liv asked, tugging at Justin’s sleeve.

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“You have to ask our guest first. Does Sophia like whipped cream?”

Liv turned to me. “Do you?”

“Of course,” I said, laughing. “Who doesn’t?”

Liv clapped her hands. As she sprayed a generous swirl onto her pancake, she glanced at me again, her finger returning to her lips in a playful “shh.”

My heart sank slightly.

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She did remember!

Justin slid into the seat across from me. As we ate, he shared his story.

“After Liv’s mom passed away during childbirth,” he began, “it was just the two of us. Balancing parenthood and running the company hasn’t been easy, but Liv’s my reason for everything.”

Liv looked up from her pancakes, her face glowing with pride. “Daddy works hard, but he always has time for me.”

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This man isn’t just kind. He is incredible! And I betrayed his trust the night before.

Justin leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. “What about you, Sophia? What drives you?”

What can I say? That my job feels like a race I could never win? That I don’t even know what I am chasing anymore?

“I guess I’ve been so focused on my career that I haven’t stopped to think about it,” I admitted, pushing my fork into the last bite of pancake. “Maybe it’s time I do.”

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The warmth of the moment was shattered when my phone buzzed loudly on the table. Lori’s name flashed across the screen. I excused myself and stepped outside. The cold air bit at my cheeks as I read her latest message:

“Where is the file, Sophia? If you don’t send it now, you’re done. Fired. And don’t think you’ll find work elsewhere. I’ll make sure no one hires you again.”

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I stared at the phone. My career, my reputation… It was all on the line. But then I thought about Justin’s story and Liv’s trust in her Dad.

Can I really betray that?

I turned back toward the house, walked over, and held out the flash drive to Justin.

“Here. I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

He looked at me, then nodded. I grabbed my coat and bag, said a quick goodbye to Liv, and walked out the door, fighting back tears.

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At the airport, I waited for my flight, staring at my phone as Lori’s messages piled up.

“You’re done. You’ll regret this. You’re fired!”

My future felt uncertain, and fear clawed at me. But before I could spiral further, I heard a familiar voice.

“Sophia.”

I turned to see Justin standing there, holding Liv’s hand. My heart almost stopped.

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“I knew everything from the start,” he said calmly. “Liv told me about ‘hide-and-seek,’ and I recognized your company’s name on your documents on the plane. Lori and I have crossed paths before.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I invited you because I liked you. Even after everything, I could see you weren’t the kind of person to go through with something like this. I wanted to see what you’d choose. And you made the right choice.”

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“Daddy says you can stay for Thanksgiving. Will you?”

Justin smiled softly. “The offer still stands.”

I didn’t have to think long. “I’d like that.”

That Thanksgiving, as snow blanketed the world outside, I felt a warmth of home. Perhaps that was the start of a life filled with meaning, love, and the promise of a future with Justin and Liv.

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On Christmas Eve, I Visited My Missing Parents’ Abandoned House and Found It Beautifully Decorated

After Megan’s parents kick her out at eighteen, she turns her back on her family. But one day, she drives back to her childhood home, only to discover that the house is in her name and her parents have been missing. Years later, she drives by again, only this time, she sees the old house decorated for the holidays. Are her parents back?

It’s been twenty years since I last spoke to my parents. Twenty years since they kicked me out for getting pregnant.

I was 18, young and terrified, but stubborn enough to stand my ground. I still remember my dad’s voice, the anger almost chilling me to my bones.

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An upset girl sitting on her bed | Source: Midjourney

“If you leave with him, Megan, don’t bother coming back!” he yelled. “I don’t want to see you again! You’re a mess, and instead of choosing to be better, you’re choosing self-destruction.”

I left anyway.

That same night, my mom stood quietly at the door, her arms wrapped around herself, watching me go. She didn’t say anything; she just let me walk out into the cold.

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A shouting man | Source: Midjourney

“That’s it? You’re not going to say anything? Mom, really?” I said.

She opened her mouth for a second. Instead of saying anything, she just went inside and closed the door.

They never forgave me.

But here I am, twenty years later. I’m thirty-eight, with three beautiful kids and a man who’s been by my side through it all. Evan and I were high school sweethearts, and when I got pregnant, I really thought that he was going to leave me.

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An upset woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

“Why would I leave you?” he asked, holding the pregnancy test. “We’re in this together, Megan.”

“But what about your football scholarship to college? You’d give that up?” I asked.

“Of course, I would,” he said. “Let’s do this, Meg. You, me, and the baby!”

Just like that, I decided to tell my parents, which is how my father threw me out.

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A teenage couple sitting on a bench | Source: Midjourney

Despite everything, we built a life. A really good life. And let me tell you, I don’t regret a single thing. Evan works hard, and our kids, Ella, Maya, and Ben, are everything I ever dreamed of.

If you had told my 18-year-old self that I’d still be with him two decades later, I would have laughed through my tears.

But here we are.

Happy.

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Three children sitting together | Source: Midjourney

The last time I visited my parents’ house was five years ago. They had gone missing on a hiking trip in the mountains. It was supposed to be a short getaway, apparently.

Just a weekend.

But they never came back.

“I’m sorry, Megan,” our neighbor, Mr. Smith, said when I went over to ask about my parents. “You really didn’t hear about it? The incident?”

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An older man standing in his doorway | Source: Midjourney

“What incident? What are you talking about?” I asked, an uneasy feeling taking over me.

“They went hiking, Megan. You know, the usual long weekend trips that they make? They left the keys here for me to feed the dog. But at the end of the weekend, they didn’t return.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

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A couple hiking | Source: Midjourney

“When they didn’t come back, I reported it to the police, and a search party was sent out. The officers said that all they found were their abandoned backpacks on a cliff,” he sighed.

“No… bodies?” I asked, my voice threatening to break.

As strained as our relationship was, I always expected my parents to be here, at home. For them to always be within those four walls for when I needed them.

I always counted on them to be there for the day I decided to bring my children to meet them.

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An upset woman standing on a porch | Source: Midjourney

And now?… they were gone.

“No, sweetheart,” Mr. Smith said. “No bodies, no footprints, nothing. They were just gone. They vanished without a trace.”

After that, it was all about getting the house signed over to me. I didn’t want to do anything with it, I just wanted to keep it there. I went to the police station and the detective signed off on the case as a cold case.

“Move on, Megan,” he said. “We’ve had no leads in years.”

The issue was proving that I was their daughter, luckily there was a clause in my father’s will, stating that everything would be mine if he and my mother passed.

For five years after, the house sat empty. I never had the courage to sell it, though. Something about letting it go felt wrong.

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An empty house | Source: Midjourney

So, it just stood there, gathering dust and neglect, frozen in time like a ghost of the past I wasn’t ready to confront.

Until tonight.

It was Christmas Eve. And for reasons I couldn’t explain, I found myself driving toward the old place instead of getting the extra butter that Evan and I needed for the turkey the next day.

The house was abandoned and had been for the past five years. As I drove, I imagined exactly how it would look after all these years. I imagined the cracked front windows and the streaks of graffiti across the walls like battle scars.

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An abandoned house with an overgrown garden | Source: Midjourney

I imagined the weeds swallowing the flower beds that my mother used to love, and the wooden porch, which was most likely splintered and sagging under the years of neglect.

When I pulled into the driveway, my chest tightened at the sight of the house.

It was decorated.

Not just randomly decorated, but beautifully decorated. The old garlands of twinkling lights my dad used to string along the eaves were glowing softly against the evening sky.

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Christmas decorations on an old house | Source: Midjourney

There was a faded wreath with little bells, which hung crookedly on the front door. There were the familiar plastic candy canes lining the path to the house.

I even recognized the same wooden reindeer we used to set up every December. They were all old and chipped but still standing proudly on the lawn.

My heart raced as I stepped out of the car. How could this be?

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Wooden reindeer on a lawn | Source: Midjourney

Who would have done something like this? No one lived there. No one had for years.

As I walked around, I saw a little generator on the porch. It was hooked up to the lights, fueling them among the rest of the desolate house.

The decorations looked exactly the way my dad used to do them. The same lights, the same setup. A lump formed in my throat. It was like stepping back into my childhood, as if time had rewound itself.

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A connected generator | Source: Midjourney

Even if it was just for one night.

I had to know who was behind this. I needed to know if it was real or if it was in my head.

The front door was slightly ajar. I hesitated for a moment, my pulse quick and uneven, before gently pushing it open.

Inside, the house smelled of dust and memories, but the living room…

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The front door of an empty house | Source: Midjourney

The living room took my breath away.

A Christmas tree stood by the fireplace, just like the ones from my childhood. It was decorated with mismatched ornaments and too many strands of tinsel. The stockings were hung on the mantel, and beneath the tree were a few wrapped presents, tied with fraying ribbons.

And then I saw him.

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A man hunched by a fireplace | Source: Midjourney

A figure sat in front of the fireplace, hunched slightly, silhouetted by the glow of the dying fire.

I couldn’t stop myself. The word slipped from my lips before I could think.

“Dad?” I called.

The figure stirred and turned slowly toward me, the firelight flickering across his face.

It wasn’t my dad.

It was a young man in his mid-thirties, I think. His dark hair was tousled, and his face was shadowed by exhaustion. He wore a threadbare coat, and his cheeks were pink from the cold.

But as soon as I saw him, I knew exactly who he was.

“Max?” I whispered.

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A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

His eyes widened, and a small, embarrassed smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You remember me? Megan?”

Of course, I remembered him.

He used to be the little boy who lived next door, the one with the messy hair and a toothy grin. But then, he couldn’t have been older than me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

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A smiling young boy | Source: Midjourney

Max glanced around the room.

“I’ve been staying here. Just for the winters, Megan,” he admitted. “It’s the second year now.”

I stared at him.

“Why?”

“I don’t really have anywhere else to go,” he said, holding his head.

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

It took me a minute to process what he was saying.

“Max, are you homeless?” I asked.

He gave a small nod.

“Yeah,” he said. “My adoptive parents, the Smiths? They kicked me out, actually. It was after you came around about ten years ago, and my dad told you about your parents. I’ve had some rotten luck, and I guess they just didn’t want to care for me anymore. It’s hard, you know? Finding work. I was between friends for a while… but even they got tired.”

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A man sitting next to a fire | Source: Midjourney

My chest tightened at his words.

He glanced around the room, a smile playing on his lips.

“I remembered how your dad used to decorate the house. You guys had the nicest house in the neighborhood. When I was walking around for old time’s sake, I saw that the house was still empty. And I made myself at home… I found the decorations in the basement.”

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A basement | Source: Midjourney

We were both quiet for a while.

“Why didn’t you get rid of the place?” he asked me.

“I don’t have any good answers,” I said. “I just wanted to keep it the way it was.”

Max nodded.

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A man sitting next to a fire | Source: Midjourney

“I’m sorry if I shouldn’t be here,” Max said. “I just… had nowhere to go. No parents to turn to for the holidays, and honestly, I didn’t think anyone would mind.”

Something broke inside me at that moment. I had been through everything Max had just described.

“Come home with me,” I said. “Nobody should spend Christmas alone. And anyway, I have three kids who will need distracting from the pile of Christmas presents at home.”

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A pile of presents under a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney

Max’s eyes widened, and for a second, he looked like that same little boy from all those years ago, the one who had been desperate for someone to care.

Now, sitting in my living room, watching my kids get to know someone from my past, I realize what I need to do.

Evan and I have some savings. It could be enough to do the house up properly. Once it’s fixed, Max can live there. He can rent out a couple of rooms to boarders if he needs the extra income. It’s not much, but it’s a start, and I know it will give him a chance to get back on his feet.

I put my cup of hot chocolate down on the coffee table. I was getting excited.

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House renovations in progress | Source: Midjourney

I don’t know if my parents would approve of the plan, but it doesn’t matter. That house doesn’t belong to their memory anymore. It’s time to give it a new purpose.

And who knows? Maybe the money we make from it will go toward Ella, Maya, or Ben’s college fund someday.

What would you have done?

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

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I Dropped My Naughty Kids at My Parents’ Home — I Was Shocked When They Were Good as Gold When I Picked Them Up

When Cara and her husband get an invitation to an adult-only party, they welcome the break from being parents of three for a few hours. Thankfully, her parents are ready to save the day and babysit the kids. But when Cara and Jason go back to fetch the kids, they’re shocked with the change in their behavior.

“Are you sure that the kids will be okay?” my husband, Jason, asked me as I went through my closet trying to find something to wear.

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A woman looking through her closet | Source: Midjourney

“Yes!” I exclaimed. “They will be absolutely fine with my parents.”

“It’s just that you know how they can be,” Jason said. “The kids, not your parents. They’re a handful.”

“They’ll be fine,” I repeated.

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A close-up of a smiling man | Source: Midjourney

But my husband wasn’t wrong.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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