I met my husband on a blind date, having just been dumped by a hunk who drove a sweet, red MG A. I was bruised and feeling down on myself. I didn’t want to go, but my friend insisted I would like this guy–tall, handsome, considerate. Blah, blah, blah. So, we met, talked, danced. It … Continue reading A tiny love story
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