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I don’t know why I let Ashley talk me into this. I wasn’t interested in dating. It had only been eighteen months since my beloved husband, Eric, had passed away. I wasn’t ready. I told her so. But she insisted. She was my polar opposite, tall, blonde and she had what one could only describe as a bubbly personality. I was shorter, brunette, and a bit… morose.I should have stopped her when she got the genius idea to create an online dating profile for me. But I ignored it and hoped nothing would come of it. Ashley had good intentions. But they...
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“I know you took it” I screamed at my mother.“Oh Bullshit, I didn’t take your stupid ring” she screamed back.“How could you do this?” I cried.“If you don’t shut the fuck up, right now, I’ll slit your God damn throat” she hissed.It actually wasn’t my ring. It belonged to my best friend Chrissy. It was a beautiful, gold, Claddagh ring. A Claddagh is recognizable by its two hands, holding a heart, the heart has a crown sitting on top. The hands symbolize friendship, the heart, love, and the crown symbolizes loyalty.Chrissy’s grandmother had gif...
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As we crossed the river, I felt a soft, cool breeze kiss my face. It had been well over, one hundred and ten degrees all summer, and today was no different. My horse, Alex was a registered Arabian gelding. His ancestors had run the Sahara for a millennia. His body was made for this. His large flared nostrils, for dissipating heat. His round and broad feet seemed to glide above the sand. His coat fine, and delicate. Yes, he was born for desert life. He too seemed to notice the breeze. He turned his face into the soft wind, and breathed deeply...
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