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Fragrance. Summer's night fragrance of promises and longing. pulled out Nickie, a tug of war competeing with the familiar scent of his mama's Italian kitchen. Both winning. As it should be at dusk."Hey, Nickie you-a got the tables set up? The ravioli, they's a ready. I a bringa it outside now.""Yes, mama. All set." No Italian accent.The makeshift tables—long sheets of plywood resting on sawhorses, with a bed sheet as a tablecloth set. The kids table, a hive of activity and laughter. Food consumed at an unbelievable rate. Laughter full of me...
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"Please accept my gratitude. Including me on your weekly hike is enjoyable. It gives me a chance to test my solar charging circuits."Chuckling, Abe replied, "I guess that's your way of saying, 'It's nice to get some fresh air.'""Let's pretend they are the same. It will give us something in common. However, I do not breathe. Please, do not let that stop you from doing so. As you know, it is vital for you to function. Did I say something funny? Did it make you laugh? Want to hear more banter?""Close enough. I appreciate the effort. And I felt ...
“So here we are,” the pretty redhead said as she gracefully sat on the sofa and smoothed her lap.Smiling expectantly, she looked directly into her companion’s eyes.“Yes, indeed, here we are,” the handsome young man, still standing, replied. “May I?” he asked gesturing to the overly stuffed chair.Making a graceful arc with her arm ending with the classic ‘soft hand’, “How rude of me not to offer. Yes, by all means. Make yourself comfy,” she answered. Her smile radiating apologies. All meant to impress.Lacking the graceful gestures of a traine...
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