and Purposeful Prose
I considered sparing you this last bit of romance, but then I thought, Hey, why not ?When you're hot you're hot. Well... the tea is always hot anyways. Me: Would you like some tea? Andrew: Yes. My cup is over here. Me: Oh, where's the lid? Andrew: I don't know. It didn't have one. That's [...]
Continued from The Path... The beginning of this story starts HERE. Andrew was a lot like mushrooms after a bad rain. He just kept popping up. I never complained about this either. Since he worked at the other end of the mall, he’d drop by on his lunch breaks. So for the next month I [...]
Continued from Stepping Stones... The beginning of this story starts HERE. When I met batchelor #1 I was unemployed. Though I went out looking for work, I struggled to hand out resumes. Some days I didn't apply for a single job. Fear and doubt kept getting the better of me. On reflection, if I hadn't [...]
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