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Charlie No man is an island and Charlie is no man but a platinum spike of a women careening around corners, in a hurry to get home. Sitting alone in her big house, spending idle time rocking and watching and thinking and planning, the kids are grown and she is alone. Her husband travels or golfs or walks or jogs. She has a persian cat that won't come outside but will sit grooming her naturally blonde fur with loving attention and the expectation of an approving look. |
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