Liberty had spent months preparing for her adventure out west and she was ready for anything the great outdoors could throw at her. As fate would have it, the night before Liberty was supposed to leave town, she met Paul. A lifetime of planning couldn't have prepared her for the fireworks that went off when she looked into his eyes. Paul promised Liberty he would wait for her return, but once she had started her journey, all she could think about was being with him. On the side of the road, she contemplated her fate. Should she give up on her dreams of adventure? Or would love prove to be the greatest adventure Liberty would ever know?
Go for adventure. Love's overrated.
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