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It was a friendly enough voice. I slowly opened the door and entered a dimly lit room with flickering candlelight and soft music. “Hi, Nikki.” She was so calm. “I'm just finishing setting up. Would you like something to drink?” ... No longer did I have to carry the stress of “what the hell do we talk about”. I had, as you might imagine, a long list of topics in my head in case speaking was required - ranging from my love of animals, to my lack of love life, to the perils ...