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I suppose I can’t be surprised or even alarmed that she was burdened by a history of rejection. I could tell my friendship meant a lot to her. Too much for someone she hardly knew, but she needed the attention. Not in a condescending way.

She needed to heal enough to be able to smile. And I do like it when she smiles at me.

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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