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by Carol Roper The first time Dani’s husband told her he was leaving her she felt like she had stumbled into a bottomless crevice. She stood beside the bed where they had made love the night before, transferring the contents of a black purse to a red Steve Madden purse she recently found on sale…
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A love story. Sundays are my least favorite day of the week. There is ample evidence I’m not alone in this opinion. Hospital workers are reported to dread Sundays; it’s the day most home accidents occur and statistically the day, you’re most likely to be murdered by someone close to you. This Sunday begins the…
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“You don’t love someone for their looks or their clothes, or their car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.” Oscar Wilde by Carol Roper Hunched over the steering wheel of his newer model Subaru parked under the sole functioning street lamp on a side street in Rosarito Beach, Ted Pruett pondered…
