EXCUSES, EXCUSES, EXCUSES!

 Sorry--Fiorella had an unhappy morning surprise and forgot all about her decision to write early in the day. Apparently, your girl actually is on the edge of diabetes, and it's shaken her to the core. 

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GERMAN: Guten Abend    Good evening     The U  sounds like "oooo"

                   Guten Morgen   Good morning

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WHERE THE HEART LEADS

Rafe crossed the bridge and turned onto the street that ran parallal to the river on the other side, the one lined with restaurants. No need to guess which one was Six-Shooter Junction. The animated marquee sign that featured two electronically smoking pistols framing a list of the specials of the day was a dead giveaway.

Rafe parked the truck and came around to lift her out. To anyone watching them, he was a tall man courteously helping a height-challlnged woman out of a big truck. They wouldn't know that he skimmed his hands lightly--just enough that she knew they were there--along the outline of her hips. They wouldn't know that he brushed her breasts against himself, caughing her nipples tp send her signals she was tryng to ignore.

And they wouldn't know that when she reached the ground, his sparkling eyes looked deap into hers.

Those eyes--just when she thought she'd become immune to them, they worked their magic all over again. 

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