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I say good bye to my girl today. Gertrude Rose ha

I say good bye to my girl today.

Gertrude Rose has been the best gal I could ever ask for. She has traveled from New York to Colorado to South Dakota. She was a hiker (in her younger years) a watch dog with the loudest yip in the world, and she was a in you lap snuggler. I like to say I was her best friend but I know I always came second to Wall-e.

She has reached the time where she cognitively isn’t here anymore and although a hard decision, I know it’s the right one.

Broken hearted over here but grateful for the memories. We will miss our Gertrude Rose. 💔

Standalones. Interconnecting characters. Two Major

Standalones.
Interconnecting characters.
Two Major League Baseball teams.
Rivals.
Roommates.
Best friends.
Unexpected pregnancies.
Forbidden romance.
Divorcees.
Friend’s sister.
Wallflower with all the power.
Bookworm.
Not to mention: 5 seconds, kitchen floors, showers <— and so much more but trying to stay PG

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(Not featured, The Set Up. Waiting on a copy to come in the mail)

“Vivian, I asked him out.” I wave my iPad in f

“Vivian, I asked him out.” I wave my iPad in front of my face, trying to control the sweat that has broken out over my upper lip.

“Asked who out? Why do you sound panicky?”
“I asked Walker out.”
“Wait. What?” she practically shouts. “Kate, you can’t ask out players, it’s against the rules. I know we joke about how hot he is and the muscles on that man, but no fraternizing.”
“Not romantically. On a business outing. I asked him to dinner, so I can get to know him. Well, I didn’t really ask him, I forced him. Didn’t give him the choice to say no. I don’t know what got into me. I got so frustrated with his brush-offs that I couldn’t take it anymore, and I laid down the hammer, but I don’t have a hammer, I’ve never had a hammer, Vivian. But all of a sudden, I’m sitting there, staring at his boorish eyes, and then this hammer appeared in my hand, metaphorically of course, but there it was, and before I knew it, I slammed the hammer on the table and told him what was what.”
“Dear God,” Vivian whispers and then is silent for a second. “What color was the metaphorical hammer?”
“Vivian!”
“I’m sorry, you’re right, this is a moment and you’re rambling. Let me get this straight. You approached him—”
“At breakfast. He was alone.”
“And he was ignoring you like usual and being short with you.”
“Exactly.”
“You lost your cool,” she continues. “And then bam, hammer.”
“Precisely. Bam, hammer.”
“How did he take it?”
I look over my shoulder just to make sure no one is near me. “Honestly, I’ll be surprised if he shows up tonight.”

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“Kiss me Walker…just this once…please.” T

“Kiss me Walker…just this once…please.”

Those whispered words were my undoing. She was off-limits. She could lose her job being with me. But that doesn’t stop our innocent glances, heated gazes, and empty promises we can never fulfill…until one night.

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