I needed a to-do list. I needed a to-do list with a variety of headings, this likely ending up the length of Santa’s gift list. But first, I needed to make a decision. Stay this low and allow myself to sink lower. Or get my head out of my ass and pull myself together. I’d come out to Maine to do the latter, and within a few weeks, ended up kissing my handsome, good guy neighbor, in one fell swoop killing a promising relationship of friendship and camaraderie and turning it into an awkward relationship of avoidance and unease.
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