Nixon

My siblings refer to me as the responsible one. I've

had a set plan for my life for as long as I can remember,

and everything I've achieved up until now was to help me reach that goal.

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I was finally where I wanted to be, until a sexy as hell brunette crossed my path. Without even trying, she's made me aware that my life wasn't as complete as

I'd once believed.

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She is the other part of me I didn't know I needed.

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Will things beyond our control or imagination tear

us apart, or give us what we both never realized

we needed?