Grant His License Back

The next morning, Calvin woke up early, feeling a mixture of anxiety and determination. He dressed in his best suit, the dark fabric giving him a semblance of confidence he sorely needed. He stood in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of black coffee, the bitterness grounding him as he tried to steady his nerves. The kitchen was quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional chirp of birds outside the window.

Lizzie entered the room, her eyes filled with concern. She wore a simple outfit, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail, and she looked at Calvin with a mix of worry and determination. "Calvin, I want to go with you. You need support, and I can't just sit here and do nothing."

Calvin shook his head, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The warmth of his touch was a small comfort amidst the chaos inside him. "Lizzie, it's better if you stay home. The pressure in that room could trigger something. I don't want to risk you floating or glowing green in front o
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