| Then I went back to college. There were days I had to take one of the kids to classes with me. (Although sometimes they came along for fun, too.) And I met a guy. In a class about movies. He was an artist. He had soft golden hair and bottomless blue eyes. We enjoyed talking and hanging out together. You don't really want to hear the rest of this, do you? |
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| Oh, twist my arm! ... All right, I'll tell you. I'd been through counselling and assertiveness training, and I'd learned to be in a room with a man without breaking out in hives. And I fell off the deep end again. But he wasn't ready for commitment, at least not to me. So I spent two years of college hating the girl he fell in love with after me. She had long brown hair and hazel eyes.... Is anyone noticing a pattern here? |
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