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Nicolas came into his bedroom as he checked his e-mail on his tablet. Once he’d finished replying to the various messages that needed his attention pronto, he put down the tablet and finally noticed the pretty card that sat in the middle of his bed.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, wondering whom it was from. He picked up the card. It had a pretty hand-painted picture of cherry blossoms. He opened the card and read:
To be, or not to be, that is the question.
You forge your own destiny.
Sakura
Hand shaking, Nicolas whispered, “Sakura.”