June 2010
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THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTER: CHAPTER 1: THE...
I’ve seen everything. Everyone. Every type. More than once. Yet, until she sat down on the other side of the counter: sneaks, trench and suspicion all proudly displayed, I’d never seen her.
It wasn’t a good day. No, you don’t fall in love on the good days. You fall in love on the bad days. The off days. The vulnerable days. The wrong moments.
I had too much...