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Their sense of humor. (I really do like to laugh.) The way they express themselves, through humor or the way they dress, music, art, literature. Honesty, integrity. Wait, what was the question again? What makes someone unique? Well, I’ll stick with what I’ve already written, because let’s face it, there are a lot of people…
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Part Four England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) While hating that her horse had bitten him, any chance to be close to him felt like—she wasn’t sure what it felt like, come to think of it, but her skin was feeling very tight all over again, reminding her of a snake trying…
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I wanted to be a writer, believe it or not. I guess I have a one-track mind. When I was between the ages of five and ten I was writing short stories starring Slimer (from Ghost Busters)🤣. It was called The Adventures of Slimer, or something like that. I also wrote about a girl and…
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I used to be more driven. Anymore… Yes, I’ll say no to my goals, because sometimes goals can actually get in the way of my ability to live my life. The <clears throat> older I get the more I realize that chasing flying unicorns might not be the way to live. I refuse to die…
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Part Three England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) John reached out slowly as if he thought he might startle her and brushed a curl off her face. It was friendship, she knew, but she liked it anyway. That he could at least be her friend was a comfort to her. Chester’s head…
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: “You’re getting sick, aren’t you?” Becca said, taking Molly’s hands and rubbing them between hers. “I’ll find a dressing gown for you to put on.” “No, I’ll be all right, really.” “Liam,” Becca called. His damp body filled the doorway a moment later. “She’s freezing. Warm her while I find…
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Rowan Atkinson. 💖 Blackadder, Mr. Bean, Johnny English, I don’t care. I can’t get enough of this guy. 🌞 When I’m having the hell of a day I pull out my collection and binge until I feel better.
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Life. Maybe that sounds like a lame answer, but it’s the only one I have. I can’t say as though one particular person can be named, although certainly a dozen of them could. Life is a cruel teacher, but damn will it get the job done. It doesn’t care if it knocks you down, it…
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Part Two England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) His voice had a deep, somewhat hoarse quality that made her heart beat faster. He still had her hand. She realized it was probably because she was latched onto his. Alana pulled free, her face warming. Some things in life just weren’t fair. Unwed…
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Darcy Branwyn 