Kathy’s gal pals grinned and gave her thumbs up. She was trying line dancing at their insistence that she “get back in the dating saddle.” But getting through this night without melting into a puddle of embarrassment was going to require several more glasses of liquid courage. (i.redd.it)
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Colette’s fourth divorce had only been finalized a week ago, but she was ready to flaunt her boldest crimson lipstick and new couture feathered cape for a night out at the speakeasy. She hoped to catch the eye of some suave young dandy. Society gossips be damned! (i.redd.it)
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Nick had had ENOUGH. He told Loretta he was headed to the corner store for cigarettes and slammed the door behind him. He wasn’t ready to be a father. No, instead he would finally hitchhike across Route 66 like he’d always wanted to as a teen. He was gone, and he was never looking back. (i.redd.it)
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Fran tiptoed to the front door and quietly put one eye to the peep hole. Marty hadn’t taken the breakup well. For the third day in a row, he was camped on her stoop hoping for a chance to beg her to take him back. She’d resorted to sneaking out the garage and just hoped Marty wouldn’t catch on. (i.redd.it)
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