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   The familiar feeling of fear engulfed Pandora that morning, the fear of getting a scathing letter from her mother, the fear of failing, the fear of everything and anything that would ensure that her goals would not be met. Still, Pandora had never been one to mope. Even in the years after her father’s death, it was rare to see Pandora doing anything but moving in public, but smiling, performing. Having a still moment was something she did in solitary, so when the feeling of fear caught up with her that Saturday -- Pandora forced herself to move. To ENGAGE with the world & not just on social media. A bottle of RosĂ© that was transfigured into a bottle of sparkling non-alcoholic apple cider in hand, she made the descent from eagle to snake territory, knocking on Lucinda’s dorm room door.Â
   “KNOCK KNOCK, Lucy,” she smiled as she walked into the room, flitting over to Lucinda on her tip toes, beaming. “Please tell me you have time to finish this bottle with me because I don’t drink alone and you’re the only one who I want to share it with.”Â










