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With the wind and a few distant coyotes as her only company, River pulled the blanket closer. She longed for the touch of a human hand and tried to recall how it felt to be wanted. She had given up on love long ago, but hated to be alone. Men didn’t stick around, but at least they didn’t ...
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Damn It
“Damn it,” River grumbled as she struggled to push the garment bag back into the overhead compartment. The strong sweaty smell originated with the sloppy, baggy-shorted, millennial boy/man pushing up against her from behind.
“Excuse me, that’s mine,” the peanut-breathed owner of the baggage said as he came close to breast contact as he pulled at the bag ...
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Lone Wolf
A boy looking for a father’s hand to hold—afraid and brave all at once.
Women nurture and turn away.
Unprotected.
A man spins words into precise configurations ...
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