“Men like us don’t fall in love the way they do in storybooks. We see a woman, and somethin’ hits us like a bullet through the chest. We get this sense in our blood and bones, through the center’a our bein’ that this person is meant for us. It might take a while to get there.” His grin was a small, secret thing in his beard, the one carved there by the hand’a his wife, Loulou. “Sometimes we gotta get our heads outta our asses to realize that no obstacle between us is worthy’a keepin’ us apart. But you already got that clarity. You’ve always been clear-sighted like that even when you came to
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