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Frank rang the doorbell at exactly 8 PM. He was not a man that was late or unprepared for nearly any situation and pushing that bell was the culmination of two months of planning and preparation. While he waited for an answer his mind allowed a few extraneous bits of doubt to surface. Was there anything that he had overlooked? He was sure of himself, how about her? He was about to confront a woman he had never seen before but felt he knew intimately.

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We had bought the old farmhouse several months after I had moved up there. It was beautiful…sitting on 6 acres, surrounded by trees, two-story, wrap around porch, lots of windows and space, and a great basement that could be refinished for a number of things. It needed a lot of work, but neither one of us minded. Jeff and I both wanted to fix it up together.

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