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When Husbandos Become Waifus

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‘You sure it’s this way, Anon?’ asked someone in the back.

You nodded. ‘I’ve been this way before. No worries, guys. We’re not lost until Adam trips over a tree root and sends the rest of you behind him down on his back.’

Everyone laughed.

Adam groaned. ‘Stop bringing that up all the time, dude.’

‘Someone has to bring things up when you’re brought down,’ you retorted, to another round of laughs.

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Bachelorsville, Texas- Chapter 2: The Vixen Approaches

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As I look behind me to see if Mari is following, I’m startled as I turn and see a dark shadow racing along the ground suddenly enveloping me. It’s Mari- she’s gliding down off of the rock with her wings spread and back to the sun, swooping right in on me with a wide grin. For a second, she looks like something out of a Bram Stoker novel. I reflexively stumble a few feet backwards.

“Shit! She was just play-acting as this confused, free-spirited traveller so I’d let my guard down!” is my first thought as I absently reach for a rather empty spot along my belt before realizing that I left the .357 back in the truck.

Mari hit the ground and took two running strides towards me before slowing up. However, instead of

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Bachelorsville, Texas- Chapter 1: Don’t Fear Miss Reaper

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”Holy shit- wouldn’t that be hilarious if this was Dolores’ Woman in White?” I chuckled as I drew closer and closer to the roadside figure. Despite the supernatural discussion earlier at the bar earlier, I initially assumed I was looking at a stranded or disoriented motorist. However, the closer I got the less whimsical the situation appeared. For starters, she was walking away from town and seemingly towards the distant wildfire.

Her face was partially obscured by a large white summer hat ringed with what looks like roses along the brim- the pattern broken up by something dark above each temple. For some reason, the pale figure reminded me of some of the pictures I’ve seen of the beautiful and photogenic women who show up at the Kentucky Derby on race day. There was something on her back- from a distance I thought it might have been

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