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walking piece of eye candy, dreamy in every sense of the word. Dark, alluring eyes, jet black smooth hair and dimples...Goodness, dimples so deep they could practically be seen from miles away as he cracked that crooked, sneaky grin he was known for.
    After the graduation ceremony was over, they’d struck up a conversation and before long, the handsome, charismatic devil moved in with her...but that’s all he did. The rest of the time, he was playing here and there at local bars, doing penny ante gigs around Detroit, and garnishing the attention of resident women—some of whom he had no qualms cheating on her with. Nevertheless, Rhapsody had been in love with the fool, until she found the text messages he’d received from three other women, all of whom seemed to believe he was their ‘man’. That was the final straw. Proof of infidelity was not something she’d been willing to ignore. She’d had it. She’d been taking care of the sloth, believing his sugar-coated lies that he was a changed man, faithful, promising her he’d change his wicked ways, but Rhapsody was done living in denial, no matter how comfortable of a bed it was to pretend the truth hadn’t been revealed from under the sheets.
    This was the bad thing about being in her brown, smooth skin. Rhapsody was many things—not the least of which, a dedicated musician. She could hear a tune twice, and play it exactly chord for chord. She also had the voice that afforded her work for commercials and independent films. Some of her efforts included love songs she’d written and recorded herself for a soap opera or two. Landing a record contract was her dream, but she wouldn’t sell out to get it. She’d been told to show a bit more skin, do something about her long, crazy, coiled natural hair, and wear a push-up bra. She refused. This was who she was. Take it or leave it. She had intelligence, quirkiness and ethics...but bad taste in men. It seemed the more inaccessible they were, the more guarded, secretive and mysterious, the more she wanted them and it had cost her dearly. Now, at the age of twenty-seven, she’d fully seen the error of her ways, and wanted a fresh start.
    In this new chapter in her life was a testament, she’d swear off men. No dates, no flirting, nothing of the sort, unless she was with someone she felt comfortable with—which meant an old friend. All she wanted was to focus on her career and though it still stung a bit when she reminisced of happier times with Raul, she had to let him go. Him, and all the crap he’d left at her house, thinking she’d take him back.
    But it was time for something new, and she deserved some peace.
    A few hours had passed since she stood behind the grocery store tossing away memories of what once was and she decided to paint the living room wall. She stood tall with a brush, roller and an open tin of gray-blue triple gloss paint. Oh, it was on...she would capture serenity back, make it all hers, all on her own. She thought about her recent self-improvement, and it did not only her body, but her soul good. She’d also started exercising again, though she was already in great shape with a naturally high metabolism. She attended yoga classes and decided she’d return to her favorite Detroit park—Mies. Such a grand place, big enough to get lost in should she desire alone time among nature and people.
    Yes, it was time to start anew, to listen to her heart. So she brushed on the paint, stroke by stroke, grinning a mile wide as she hummed, “Goodbye Raul! And good riddance!”
     
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    Dane worked the dry, tough roast beef around in his mouth, wishing on a prayer that the mashed potatoes would soften the leathery meat, make it fit for consumption.
    This is worse than expired beef jerky.
    Forcing a smile, he glanced at his two brothers and sister who sat around the table with their spouses and children. The room bustled with noise and conversation.
    “I can’t eat this!” his six year old