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As best she could, in her secluded position, she was considering how she might secure further choices, and what they might be - once this, her first free choice, had played itself out.
by Cynthia Voigt
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In "Love" by Cynthia Voigt, the protagonist reflects on her first experience of making a free choice, pondering its implications for her future decisions. This moment of self-discovery highlights her desire to explore different possibilities and take control of her life. Her secluded situation allows her the space to think deeply about what she truly wants.

As she contemplates her path forward, she acknowledges the importance of making thoughtful choices that will shape her journey. This initial free choice serves as a pivotal point, opening up new avenues for her to explore, and she is determined to understand how to navigate these options effectively.

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