May 18, 2010
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My mother passes, "Now! This is my chance", I slip by unnoticed. Bags in hand, conscience unhinging. California address, ticket out of Utah, new possibilities... "Forgive me, it's my life; I have to live it my way". Long plane ride then warm Pacific breezes and that forbidden embrace. "He looks just like his profile picture".

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