For the first time in three years, she wanted the real man down the road more than the fictional man on the small screen. Real men were dangerous. They could shred your heart and decimate your trust. But real men, with their weaknesses and their strengths, were also the ones who could eat cinnamon toast with you and take you to hotels in Oregon that overlooked a valley of treasures. Real men were the ones who could smile with you and listen to you and hold you. Real men were the ones brave women entered into relationships with—even if relationships were sometimes messy and without guarantees.
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