by Sandra Hurtes

A Look, A Touch, And a Dip on the Dance Floor

It had been a long time since I’d met anyone promising in the romantic arena, and I’d pretty much retired the dreams I’d carried since childhood about marriage and children. I’d been settling instead for a sprinkling of dates, here and there, taking what I could get, almost forgetting that I ever wanted more.

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