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She’d come because she needed to decide. For months she’d been moving in two directions at once: one toward the steady, sensible life her parents expected—an office, a small apartment, weekends catalogued in neat plans—and the other toward the unruly magnet of art school and late-night shows, of painting until her hands ached and letting unsent letters sit in the bottom drawer. Both felt right and wrong in the same breath.