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She flipped her phone open, dialed his number, and then promptly ended the call. "Dammit! No, no, no, no, you're going to do this. You want to do this. Besides, you know him, you can trust him....just do it." Two seconds later she's dialed the number again and smacked the phone shut swiftly. The room felt as if it was going to engulf her with the magnitude of heat that flushed her cheeks.

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Dana was a little embarrassed and nervous about returning to her apartment on Sunday. After all, Mike knew that she had gone out with Gina on Friday and knew that she hadn't returned home until Sunday. Dana had called Saturday morning and let him know that she was going to be crashing at Gina's place so he wouldn't worry and made up some excuse about why she stayed there. On her way home she worried that Mike would see through her cover story and know what Dana and Gina had been doing.

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I'm Tom Davis, kid brother of Laura Hughes. I was a 30-year old high school social studies teacher and girls' basketball coach; after five years of coaching, thanks to two athletic sisters on the team, we won the district championship. Often, I saw the superintendent of the schools, Harry Bradley, and his wife, Rita, among the spectators at home games.

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I had worked with Anne for a couple of years and had socialized quite a bit with both she and her husband Patrick at the time. But having left that company, I hadn't seen her for quite a while. It was a very pleasant surprise then to see her as I entered the bar to pass away some time one Friday evening. On seeing me, she ordered me a glass of my favourite wine (great memory) and we began talking.

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(For a woman with a great Heart) Janet Penniwell wasn't the first girl I had fallen in love with, nor second or third. Heck there was a time in my teenage years where falling in love was a weekly occurrence, not that any of the girls I had fallen in love with had a simple clue. Falling in love was easier than being in love, and these relationships were purely in my mind. Girls from school were on the list, but the truth be know I was most infatuated with movie stars and celebrities of many walks of life.

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Elijah I didn't want to fall for Damien too hard. But I couldn't help it. I'd been nursing a crush on his delicious body for weeks. Then he saved me and cared for me and now I was well on the way to being in love. And after that kiss by the river... I felt like I was glowing, like I was happier than I had ever been.

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I really had no good reason to go back to Baltimore. The woman that I thought I loved, that I thought had loved me, was past tense. (An icy telephone call, my words falling like snow, my emotions kept cool by distance and the warm memory of another woman).

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We sat in silence watching the sun paint the horizon with brilliant brushstrokes of purple, orange and rosy red; its hues reflecting in the waters of the bay outside the window. It was a silence bourne of contentment and a comfortableness in one another's presence that transcended the need for words. It was a gesture of respect for the glorious display outside the window.

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"Got a light?" Melissa looked up as she was putting her lighter and cigarettes back into her small purse. Standing next to her at the bar was another young woman, maybe a couple years older than her own 22 years. The young woman was striking, with shoulder length, slightly curly red hair. Her face was nearly flawless, her lips full and pursed in a slight smile.

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It was Berkeley California in 1969 and a bunch of hippies and dopers had taken over a parcel of university-owned land on Telegraph avenue and proclaimed it a People’s Park. The Viet Nam war was at its height, and when the police showed up to oust the squatters and put up a chain-link fence, the anger and futility of the anti-war protesters, the hippies, and all the people in between ran up against the agents of the Establishment and full-scale riots broke out in the streets, with cops and National Guard on one side and hippies and students on the other.

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