Standing outside the door to my hotel room I breath a sigh of relief. I’m praying that he’s home, praying that he will be able to wash out this bad taste that has formed in my mouth, praying that he will be able to prove to me that where I am at this moment is where I am supposed to be.
I open the door. His sleeping form lies beneath the
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butterflies in my stomach the whole time.
(well, not so much the george part)
lovin' it!
what a wonderful writer you are.
(my way of pleading for more???)
LOL
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I loved the Callie/Mark scene - I love it when Mark shows his sensitive side.
Callie/Arizona? TOO MUCH! I've read it several times already. The tension between them...I know I keep saying it, but you write it so well!
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MOOOOREEEE!!
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You=Awesome. :)
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