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Halfway up the mountain a grown man sits, solemn, in a patch of daisies.
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“Can I feel it?” he reached his hands out immediately, expecting I’d say yes. I am the type to always say yes, right?
“Sure.” I confirmed, swallowing back my fear of his touch. He didn’t seem himself, like this. I led his hands to my hips and let them
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"Man, that time I got into a fist fight with Casey Kasem — that I'll never forget! We were at one of those $1,000-a-plate political fundraisers — for a sheik, an…
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