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I do make mistakes. I'm not a professional writer, but I have something to add. I put it out and let people read them. Like the story or don't. Either way, here's more.
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I was whistling again at work. I was almost never unhappy, but never just happy. That got me a few stares and curious looks as I went through my day. As I walked past the General Manager’s office toward my own I get… “McKenzie!” He barked. I backpedaled and peered in his office. “Belosik.” Using the same tone he had, only mine was with a smile, not the fake gruffness his had. He motioned me in, which of course I did. “Out with it.” He ordered. “You’ve been very happy this week. Care
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I am. How dare you claim any of this is made up!! I know the difference! Avoid it. I'm speaking to everyone. In my family it was called the family plaid! Don't you dare claim otherwise! I have the damned kilt! I am Scottish!
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I don’t know how long it took, and I didn’t really care. Tony had shared this horrible event in his life and time sort of stopped. At last, he sniffed, sitting up. “Now you know.” He said sadly. “I do.” I nodded. Then the old me kicked in. “I guess my getting shot wasn’t that big a deal.” Tony laughed as he wiped his face. “Believe me, I don’t want to one-up you with this.” I pulled his face toward mine. “Tony.” He looked at me. “I won’t thank you for telling me, but I will t
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My husband was the survivor. I wrote what he told me as he experienced it. All I do, is listen and be there. It was amazingly hard to write. I had many times I had to stop. I got his permission to write it, but it's still very touchy for him. But I will always be there for him.
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I will say…I hated it when Tony took me back to my truck. But we had agreed to take it as it came. So far, he’d been kind, funny and proved himself to be an honest man. I think. A crook isn’t good if he doesn’t get away with it. But, we’d see. I had given him my phone number and email address. I had gotten home when my phone rang. Grinning, I saw his name on my phone. “Hi.” I greeted smiling at him, which he couldn’t see of course. “Just checking to see if you got home alright,” Tony s
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Wait until you read what I post tonight after midnight. That's 12/10 after midnight. It was hard, but it's true.
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A True Italian from New York
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We left the sanctuary with people following us with their eyes. It wasn’t that they weren’t friendly. I could tell it was the same reaction I first had of him. That he didn’t belong here. I stopped Tony. I pointed to the wall mural of the white dove with an olive branch flying across the world before we walked out. “See that?” He grinned. “Whosoever will.” He grinned at me. “Even us Yankees?” I nodded. “We can’t all be perfect.” He shrugged. “If that were true, we’d all be It
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The thing is...it's true! My husband did that, not let me in the pew and spewed all that at me. And he was wearing designer stuff. And my father was a preacher. You'll learn more truth about our wild life. And it's you fault. I got a headache from the overload of stuff. I couldn't sleep! So when I said "owe" in the email. There really was an "owe."
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It was April of 2002 when my life changed. All I wanted was to sit in a pew. Okay, let me set things up here. My name is Mitchell McKenzie, at that time I was thirty-one, turning thirty-two in following October. For all my life I tried to be what I was supposed to be. Straight. I was twenty-eight when I tired of the daily headaches and this queasy feeling my death was right on my heels. Going to the doctor, he sent me to a psychologist where I told him there was something I hadn’t told anyo
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Tony is from the North. Mitch is from the South. Tony is Catholic. Mitch is Baptist. Tony drives a Mercedes. Mitch drives a pickup truck. Tony wears designers. Mitch wears jeans and t-shirts. It's a mismatch made in Heaven
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The people of Royal Valley were so pleasant and friendly that evening. There were a lot of positive comments, hugs and thank yous, I almost didn’t get to spend any time with Seth! We were both demanded by almost everyone. But a great time was had by all. I danced with many that night, Eb, Norton and Keith included. Being liked and appreciated was the best present I’ve ever gotten. I was dancing with Maria when she was tapped on the shoulder. Turning, she smiled at Seth. “I guess I can let yo
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In two hours, you'll find out! I'm excited. And I wrote it!!
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But wait! The next chapter is going to be...well, you'll see. In eight hours.
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We waved good-bye to Matt in the morning as he went to tell Sam and Terry the good news, waving as he rode off. I looked at the town below. There was a lot of activity. There were people going back and forth with destinations that had to quickly to get to. I looked at Seth. “What’s going on in town?” Seth squinted as he looked closer. “I don’t know.” Then he nodded. “Has it been a year already?” He pointed. “I see a lot of red ribbons. It must be what’s his name’s Love Festival again.”
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I got that from twin language and seeing babies that learned to sign very early. They could sign when they couldn't say the words. And the boys are close, so why not?
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Seth and went back up to our sons. “I don’t remember him,” Seth said softly, as tired as I was from our long few days. “He said he was an associate,” I said taking my vigil by Dennis. “You don’t know of what, do you?” Seth sat in the rocker, taking Toby with him and began rocking with him. “No. But knowing Arthur, I don’t think anything is impossible.” It was another two days before the fever finally abated. Thoughts of Candor were the last things on our minds. I almost cried as
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There was ways to keep ice in the past. And I know they could make it, but to have that much available, I wasn't going to push their technology level too far, too fast.
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Going back to the winery, I was approached by several of the workers. “Is Bent marrying Garth?” One woman asked excitedly. “They are so precious!” Another held her hands heart the way women do when the say, isn’t that so sweet. “I thought they were married.” A man griped. “They acted like they were.” I pointed to the first woman. “Yes.” Then the second. “They are.” And to the man. “Tomorrow.” The man chuckled shrugging. “Okay. Any reason for a party.” I looked out the win
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You think Arthur built his empire alone?
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The mayor! He has the power. And one other I haven't figured out, but Seth and Erik will be in it. But beware, on every rose is a Thorne!
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Wait! It's not finished. I posted the next part. Even Dr. Ruth would be scratching her head.
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We waved to Garth as he left. Seth grinned at me. “So, I’m big, am I?” I rolled my eyes. “Sort of.” Then patted Seth on the chest. “Leave it to you to only hear that part.” I shook my head and walked back in the kitchen backward, grinning at him. “It was significant!” Seth called back. Our day did go on, but I should have known. It was afternoon when I was in the winery and Bent came in nearly out of breath. I looked up. “Bent?” I couldn’t help but smile at him knowing what w
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Seth grinned up at me. “I guess the spontaneous parts of our marriage aren’t quite over.” Smiling back, I kissed him a little slower, taking my time as I probed his mouth, almost feeling each tooth with my tongue. Then I sat up, patted him on the chest. “We’ll just have to be more careful.” Then Seth gently pushed me aside. “One of the things needed when you first get up…from sleep.” He grinned. “I gotta pee.” And he rushed in the bathroom. Our day began again. Dennis was now s
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