The Sommelier's Dress
Vic and I had been together two years when the dry spell hit, and it didn't hit like a storm.
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Vic and I had been together two years when the dry spell hit, and it didn't hit like a storm.
I took the tree lot job because my life had gotten so predictable I could schedule my boredom.
I hadn't been back to Garza in eleven years.
I sat through forty minutes of a panel on sustainable event design before I started checking my phone under the table.