Right Choice; A Short story

Right Choice; A Short story

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After their hectic night, Beth and Aaron find themselves in a strange land looking for safety. When Beth is forced to choose which pathway she wants to follow; the left or the right, she has difficulty making her decision. One will direct her to welfare, the other can lead to serious consequences. Has the right side always been right, or does left deserve a chance?
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