Genre: Romance (with a side of broken heart)
He said he wanted to live with her in the country. She had no use for such wide open spaces. Feared the quiet. The tedium. Mediocrity. Giving in to him, she bought the place. He was supposed to come live with her. Love her. Save her. He never did. Any of those things. She wasn’t meant for a provincial life. For white picket fences, country homes, and barns. She was destined for so much more. What exactly that was, she hadn’t recognized yet. She hammered the staked sign in fresh earth. FOR SALE BY OWNER and the phone number.
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