Once bitten, twice shy. That's what my mother always used to say anyway. She had a way of turning life's hard lessons into bite-sized wisdom, neatly packaged for my young mind. It was a rainy afternoon when I first truly understood what she meant.

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I was standing in the dimly lit living room, the soft patter of rain against the windows filling the silence. The room was filled with the faint scent of lavender, my mother's

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