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ROMANCE NOVEL NO. 209 By Fauna L. Tabbycat
Pat was a pert five-foot three-inch brunette with a knack for brassy banter
and a willing smile that could brighten twilight into day without a crease.
But she was so lonely.
Jim was a placid plainsman with a plaintive drawl that belied his firm
convictons – and a gut tough enough to bend a blade back on its kerf.
He was lonely, too.
The trouble with Pat and Jim, so perfectly matched, was a simple matter of
time and place: She was a generation younger than Jim; he lived thousands of miles from Pat.
She was poor; he was rich.
He was svelte; she, dumpy.
She belonged to Mensa; he could hardly read his own signature.
They didn't know each other or, had they known of one another, want to.
Their destinies were not on a collision course.
What a shame -- their love affair would have made a great story.
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