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ruins. I wanted to channel the gods and goddesses I had devoted a large portion of my life too. They fascin

wanted to write stories about the gods. I wanted to live in their turbulent world

had a few precious days off before I had to pick up and start all over again. I liked the mini-mesters. I liked shoving in a lot of in

. I had bought it as a fixer-upper and had been pouring money into the thing for three years. It was finally

professor when I was at work and generally wore skirts or dressy suits. I wasn’t even going to get into how unfair it w

nd in the world’s old ranch house. She had inherited the property that was well over a hundred years old. She was a Texas wo

elf-sustainable and gorgeous to boot. She also lacked a filter, which probably was to blame for her single status as well.

. She had a couple of horses and the required chickens that seemed to

r feet from their resting spots on the covered porch and a

left a little to be desired. The screen door squeaked

from here,” I told her, inhaling th

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me. The old wood floor and the fire burning in the fireplace created a w

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down,” she

nd took her seat. There were biscuits included with every one of Kami’s meals

, reaching for one of the bi

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doing just fine. You don’t seem to be

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