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I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. The bridge was open. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. Then for a time she sat very still.
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