Hudson Bartholomew
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Good question... will he?!?! *dun dun dun*
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He will. He's a little too stubborn for his own good, but he'll get there! Promise!
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Andy ran his hands over the worn black leather of the Liturgy of Hours. The words in it were sacred and holy; they were prayers he had prayed every day of his life. During the past several months, though, Andy knew he had been praying them in a state of sin and with an unclean heart. The prayers were tainted by his inability to resist temptation; he had blasphemed the sanctity of the prayers. The gravity of what he had done weighed heavily on Andy’s shoulders. He had made a mockery of the
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Very good point!!! At least my subconscious knew what it was doing!!
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Hahaha, yes, I did realize the irony of that only after I replied to the comment. Apparently I've been posting every Sunday morning completely obviously
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Yes! Every Sunday morning
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Thank you!!!
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Thanks!! I don't think there's going to be more... this was just a one off, sorry!!
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Thank you! You have no idea how much that means to me. And this is a bit of a spoiler for Stepping Out... shhh... hehe
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How does he always know what to say? It’s like everything that comes out of his mouth transforms from mere words into a magical spell that enthralls me, mesmerizes me, leaves me clamoring for what comes next. And when I try to respond, the gurgling sounds that emit from my vocal chords barely mimic a human language, let alone convey any understandable meaning. I met him by chance. Because I had time on my hands and the sign on his bookstore caught my eye, so I went in to take a look. I didn
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Hi! Yes, I agree with the Africa thing. It's definitely not just one place, but rather a HUGE continent with great diversity. I have no excuse for simplifying everything down to one word. Some background may help redeem me? This was a bit of a character sketch for me, an attempt to flesh out a character who had been living in my mind for a while. It's rough and the ideas are unfinished, so unfortunately they come across garish and unsophisticated. I have since tried to refine the story and I hope the final version I ended up with doesn't give the same sense you got. Thanks for the feedback and the encouragement! I'm glad you enjoy my writing!
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Aw, thanks, Mike! I'm so glad the scene spoke to you! Agreed that they need to go through some rough time to make the good times that much batter!! Stay tuned!!
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Agreed. As much as Marcus is compassionate, the relationship won't work until they're both ready for it!!!
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Thanks so much! And I'm so glad that you can relate to Andy
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*passes more tissues!* Thank you so much! They'll get there, I promise!!
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hehe yes! Let's cheer him on!!
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Aw... *passes tissues* Thanks for reading!!!
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"One more. Push, push, push!" Andy grimaced and strained, willing his muscles to cooperate. Just another inch—his arms shook with the effort. Sweat poured from every inch of his skin, dripped into his eyes and blurred his vision of Marcus above him. “Come on, come on, just a little farther.” Marcus urged Andy on. From his last reserve of strength, Andy gave one final push. Relief washed over him when Marcus caught the bar and set the weights back on their stand. Andy’s arms fel
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Oh, but what's a little hurt to crank up the drama?? I'm terrible, I know.
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That's awesome! I love hearing that
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Thanks so much Tony!
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Thanks so much!! It means so much to me that you like the story
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Aw, thanks!! I'm so glad you like it!!
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Marcus sat down gently across from his mother while she studied him with an astute eye. “What?” Marcus asked. Sometimes he hated how easily she could read him. Cheryl narrowed her eyes and took a sip of her Bellini. “You had company last night? Was it Charles?” “No, I only went on a couple of dates with Charles.” Marcus frowned. “How do you know whether I had company last night?” “Why aren’t you still seeing Charles?” Marcus rolled his eyes at his mother’s eva
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