2007

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The world was vibrating with the future. Erin wasn't vibrating yet.

 

Erin was post-divorce, searching for new love on dial-up. That sucked.

 

Then she found him. Jaime. (Hi, me.) 

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He smelled good. He listened. His body? Eh. But he had a great laugh—not a chortle. She felt aligned, like her chakras and planetary placements just did yoga.

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It was the happiest she'd ever been.

 

It lasted two months. Long enough to believe. Not long enough to be careful.

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Then, he was gone.

 

A story about the brief moment when everything finally made sense—and what came after.

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