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Now my concentration was really shot to hell, and all thoughts of cleaning flew out the window. I paced the living room floor, well, what I could see of it, for a few minutes, my mind spinning over and over the idea of a wedding, and a step-father who probably wasn’t even my age yet. Mom had said he was in his twenties, but that was a pretty wide gap. He looked like he was at least 25, and it’d be a relief if he was older than my own 27 years.

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This is just a quick note to let everyone know that I’ve updated Some Scars Never Heal two days earlier than planned. I have a treatment for my back tomorrow (Friday), so I don’t know if I’ll be up to being online on Saturday, when the update was originally to be posted. Next weekend we’ll go back to Saturdays as usual.