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I was white. Chalk had more color than I did. And quite possibly more personality.

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Darynda Jones
Age: 59
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Texas
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White
Chalk
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When life hands you lemons say, Lemons? What else have you got? - bumper sticker
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I had yet to be a mother, but I would have thought it difficult to forget something it took thirty-seven hours of excruciating pain to push out from between my legs ~Charley Davidson
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But we'd never really seen eye to eye. Mostly 'cause he was much taller than I was.
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Reyes Farrow. Because perfection is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.
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A sheriff arrested me. I could be mistaken, but I'm pretty sure my men-in-uniform fetish began that day. The sheriff was hot. And he handcuffed me. I've never been the same.
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His gaze slid over me like a veil of fire. He could ignite my deepest desires with a single glance. I decided right then and there no more reading romance novels by candelight.
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I could hardly be responsible for my actions when everyone around me gave me every opportunity to sink to their low expectations.
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I often question my sanity. Occasionally, it replies.
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Dead people I could handle. They were usually beyond hysteria. This was the people-left behind part. The hard part.
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That boy needs a hobby. Stalking is a hobby. So is serial killing.
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Reyes leaned back against the bar, crossed his arms over his chest, and studied me from beneath those same ridiculously long lashes. Men and their freaking lashes. It was so unfair. Like the exorbitant cost of designer shoes. Or world hunger.
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