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Most days I loved my hometown. It was full of familiar faces and friendly smiles. But there were times when Calamity was too small for its own good. Gossip traveled at cheetah speed and I was a woman who preferred a turtle stroll.
My personal life was as exciting as a bucket of tar.
Yesterday had not been the day for cleanup. Instead, I’d just pulled up a seat at rock bottom and ordered a drink.
He’d love that I was infatuated with a woman who’d been his.
can he stop talking about the thought of it? ugh ew
