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As I sat at my desk, the familiar weight of our family company began to feel lighter, buoyed by the remembrance of my date with Elizabeth. But as I reveled in Elzabeth's memory, flashes of the previous nights invaded my mind. The weekend passed in a blur of laughter, competitive banter, and an endless stream of FIFA matches. I can't remember the last time I felt this carefree. All that pressure I'd been carrying around, the weight of the world on my shoulders, seemed to lift a little, replaced by the warmth only friends can bring. Oliver and Carter were my rockstars, and we spent Saturday night at my apartment—Carter arriving fashionably late, as always, throwing everyone's game rhythm out of whack.
"Who needs practice when you have natural talent?" he grinned, his cocky demeanor
