*Daisy room at Obnizov’s—12:53 AM*

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Daisy was lying on her new bed. She had a lot of things to think about. The duality of choices, the illusion that everything would turn out in a sea of roses when, in reality, this sea is filled with urchins that carry long venomous quills. This sea would wave on the loose around New York City, maybe even in the rest of the country. It isn’t pretty, not at all.

Daisy should be happy that she would be treated ...