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South
by Sarah M. Green
The Southern drawl seemed inauspicious, as did his
hands—small, white, and flawless, resting on the dark wooden bar like
the hands of a china doll. He is from Alabama, and when his number goes
into her phone, it goes in as “Michael Alabama.” Michael Alabama’s eyes
are small and pale, but chiseled like quartz, glinting in the waltzing
light. His smile, though he looks 13 when he offers it, is broad. She
agrees to give him a chance, gallantly turning a blind eye to his
battered, baggy jeans, and steels herself for more hallmarks of a
country boy: Gummy kisses; early declarations of love; offers to meet
his parents....
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