…or not...
If heaven sent this guy, they mis-picked.
Maybe I ought to try QVC…
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THE HOT FLASH CAFE
July 1, 2006...
My husband's fiftieth birthday. Three hundred forty-seven days previously, I had leapt flailing into that same thin air.
For whatever reason, on that auspicious day, we looked into each other’s eyes, held hands and stepped off a yet more ominous precipice into an even murkier future...
We bought a restaurant.
My husband's fiftieth birthday. Three hundred forty-seven days previously, I had leapt flailing into that same thin air.
For whatever reason, on that auspicious day, we looked into each other’s eyes, held hands and stepped off a yet more ominous precipice into an even murkier future...
We bought a restaurant.
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