Her friends were all in the "Phase Three" of life—mortgages, minivans, and toddlers who screamed in high-definition at brunch. Elena loved them, but she was tired of being the "cool auntie" figure who was always invited over to admire the new deck stain but never asked about her own heart.
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Elena paused, a glass of cheap red wine in her hand. "My curiosity, I think. I see people my age settling into ruts, repeating the same stories. I don't want to stop being surprised." Her friends were all in the "Phase Three"