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Love Story Series #8

The Love Story Series is my journal of the events that led to Eric and I falling in love.  You can find all the Love Story chapters here. When you … Read more

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Love Story Series #7

I was trapped in a steaming kitchen, with pots boiling over so dangerously that the tsunamis of scalding water made it impossible to reach the stove to turn off the … Read more

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Love Story Series #6

The Love Story Series is my journal of the events that led to Eric and I falling in love.  You can find all the Love Story chapters here. My first … Read more

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Love Story Series #5

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The Love Story Series is my journal of the events that led to Eric and I falling in love.  You can find all the Love Story chapters here.

I arrived back at home with the uneasy feeling that something was chasing me, and immediately poured myself into activities. I decided to go back to college, this time to become a paramedic, and eagerly devoured anatomy, chemistry and medical terminology classes. I was cast in a couple theater productions and worked full time at Starbucks.

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Love Story Series #4

The Love Story Series is my journal of the events that led to Eric and I falling in love.  You can find all the Love Story chapters here. I arrived … Read more

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Love Story Series #3

The Love Story Series is my journal of the events that led to Eric and I falling in love.  You can find all the Love Story chapters here. I was … Read more

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Love Story Series #2

The Love Story Series is my journal of the events that led to Eric and I falling in love.  You can find all the Love Story chapters here. I grew … Read more

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Love Story Series #1

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The Love Story Series is my journal of the events that led to Eric and I falling in love.  You can find all the Love Story chapters here.

I lay shivering on the cold, hard, paper lined medical table. Red hot needles of pain raced all over my body, but I refused to let the agonizing screams inside my head escape through my lips. The hospital gown, such a thin cotton that it can never really achieve the sense of modesty it’s supposed to provide, was sticking to my wounds. Miles and miles of wounds it seemed, covering almost half of my body.

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