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The second one walked out on me, and I was crushed. I don't know how much of it was love and how much was fear that I was going to be alone the rest of my life. I ached all three times he walked out on me. I finally had to pretend he'd died. That one hurt.

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Jo An Fox-Wright Maddox
Jo An Fox-Wright Maddox

Written by Jo An Fox-Wright Maddox

Former English professor ponders life, love, and how to leap tall buildings in a single bound.

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