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  I had a talk with Sawyer.  She sent me a text and I asked where she wanted to meet.  She's staying, or at least had booked a room at, the Fairmont Olympic,   And I met her there.   She looked good. It was gut wrenching, seeing her, knowing what we'd had and what was lost.  I don't know what I expected, but the conversation didn't go as planned, I don't think for either of us. [Cue wavery recollection of conversation] Sawyer E Monroe:   She'd already showered, so it was just a simple matter of getting dressed.  Black and tan dress, heels and just enough time taken to tidy the sitting room portion of the suite and get a better bourbon brought up to the room. In fact, he'd probably pass the hotel worker that left the room, the maid dipping her head to him in polite but silent greeting as she went about her way.  Within the room Sawyer kept busy with the task of putting glasses, ice and   bottle on a tray to put on the coffee table in fron...
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An Apology

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   Sent to Sawyer, in the care of Victoria, along with the coat she left on the boat the other day.
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Distraction Accomplished

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   I'll never look at a gun range the same way again.  We blew through enough ammo to keep a small army afloat, and then... then things got really interesting.   Stress relief on so many levels.
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Lost

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  It's mind boggling how swiftly things can change.   After a year together, a year of traveling and adventure and the making of plans...  It's done.   One argument.   That was all it took and everything unraveled. Admittedly, I was a dick.  A fact which I not only admitted to, but apologized for.   Let me go back to the beginning... I was in the Gator, when guess who should walk in, but Cam.  Yes, my Cam.  The other half of me that I hadn't seen in over three years.   The Cam that I more than half feared had finally met her maker.  When I saw her I did what I always do when I see her.   I laid a lip lock on her. I was happy to see her.   I couldn't wait for her to meet Sawyer.  I just knew the two of them would get along.  I couldn't have been more wrong.   Sawyer arrived shortly after Cam did.   I made introductions, and well, things seemed to get awkward as the moments ticked by.   Enough so tha...
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  Went shopping, found this in Sawyer's favorite color.   Seemed like kismet.
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       Totally weird I know but Sawyer and I met the 'rents in New Orleans.   We had dinner at Muriel's in the Quarter, and then went back to my place.   The conversation was good.  My father didn't nit pick and before I knew it I was actually calling him Dad.   It was a good night, all around and I invited them to visit in Seattle  I told Dad I'd taken the boat with me, and that we could go fishing while he was there.      I can't help but wonder if he has a terminal illness.   Not that he'd have to be dying just to be nice to me, but it would explain a lot.
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  And for the record, I have checked.   That bust I got in Florida over the cheerleader....  Legal age in Florida is sixteen.   So the whole thing was just another way my father tried to control me.   Well the joke's on you, Dad.  There's  nothing  you can do to touch me now.
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