Jennifer sat in her comfortable beige living room, the last afternoon sun rays streaming through the window. Surrounded by her ever-loyal fur friend, Lucy, an excitable Golden Retriever, and a small fleet of fussy houseplants, her solitude was comforting. As a 34-year-old single woman, Jennifer had accomplished much in her life. But lately, she was haunted by a question that seemed to hover around her like a prosecution.
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