Epiphany
As it had been for the past few months ... the house was once again empty. Her dad was gone and there was no reason why she could not call Paul and tell him that they were done. Over. Finito! Francisco was such a better person, a gentleman. Not to mention boyfriend material. Just thinking about him made her smile. But to think about Paul ... ugh! Just as she was about to dial, her doorbell rang. It could not have been her father because he said he wouldn’t be back for hours. Shortage at the factory again. When she opened the door, she saw Francisco. “Hey beautiful,” he greeted. “Surprised.” “Happily. I was just about to call someone.” “Anyone important?” “Not anymore. What brings you my way?” “You, of course. W
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