cards close to my chest

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The millionaire sidles up next to me today at farmer's market, fresh from Asia, or Hong Kong or London, who can tell these days? He's pretty in a hidden agenda way that tells nothing but reveals much more than he'd like to think. I'd love to retire and marry him and cry myself to sleep when he's gone, but he'll always be gone. thing about

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Still here. Still reading. Still floored by the rawness of your writing.