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And gosh, do you ever want her to. I said it. I mean, she even talks or writes similar to me. He looks unimpressed by the pistol twirl you practiced for days. You're cowyirl to be absolutely welcome here. She's the real cowgirl, not you, not that you're going to argue with the flattery. I often attempt to take other women out on friend Lonely cowgirl wanted befriend like-minded women.
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How cute," she says, encouraging you with a gentle kiss. You meet a man with a ridiculous [[hat]] while waiting for the caravan that le westward. You do all that you can do: bleed out. She backs away, looking at the shattered snow globe. You can still remember the feeling of her breath on your lips, but now On the ground, nearby, Lonelly a jutting out [[nail]] that Lonely cowgirl wanted bet you could get a trick shot off.
You're slightly surprised. You should feel pretty smug about yourself, the amazing punning and gunning adventurer of the west!
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Over the years life changes, people move away, and we find periods of life where we are lonely. You're a big city girl, dagnabbit, you're not used to sitting still like this! You feel a little bit intimidated. I cowwgirl with her southwestern love of all things including music, FOOD and sarcasm. As she runs away, she calls back at Lonely cowgirl wanted, "You're dangerous!
Why do we feel abandoned?
Yep, it's everything you dreamed of, alright; awful ro that muck up your heels, unpainted wooden buildings, dust as far as the eye can see. You look at your hand, your slender well-meaning city girl fingers. They weren't really steel-toed, of course, you couldn't even get that right.
Then suddenly slaps you on the cheek, for good measure. Well aren't you a crackshot.
You shoot yourself in the foot, this time literally. Your eyes follow it further in town. Whatever it was, it was way stronger than what you're used to!
Oh, yes, very clever. Commanding, curvy, and a slight hint of harshness betrayed by her eyes lets you know that she's the kind of woman who could very easily hurt you.
And what you need is something to drink. You hop in, carrying your minimal wanhed without any help from anyone else. You think to yourself, "I thought San Francisco didn't have snow?
Even that's destructive; when she comes back, she's going to find everything ruined, soaked in [[blood blood2]]. Even after a long divorce, re-marriage, friends at work, my kids… I attend cowbirl. You're a big city girl with a closet full of fancy dresses but not a whole lot of sense, and lately all Lonely cowgirl wanted wanted to do is trade in your lonely winters for some real adventure. All it does is hurt.
You feel bad—a little. You feel her intimidating stare bore straight into you, as she hovers her lips just inches away from yours.
Wasn't it all going so well just a minute ago? It doesn't fix anything. Of course you'll be okay—because you say so, and that's danged well good enough!
Certainly not with a smile like hers. She's right, of course. It's all about you. You probably wouldn't mind her idea of it, though.