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It Had Been Years Since She Question His Fidelity, But He'd Stepped On To The Old Fame Track Again, And That Was Where The Road Had Taken Them Before. Infidelity Could Be Forgiven, But Forgetting It Was Impossible. Strangely, That Wasn't What Bothered Her The Most. What Bothered Her Was That She Didn't Really Care.

And No One Drank Just One Shot Of Tequila.

If She Wasn't Careful, She'd Slide Without A Ripple Into The Gently Flowing Stream Of Her Old Life, Pulled Back Under The Current Without A Wimper Of Protest. Another Housewife Lost In The Flow.

The Measure Of A Man Comes Down To Moments, Spread Out Like Dots Of Pain On The Canvas On Life. Everything You Were, Everything You'll Someday Be, Resides In The Small, Seemingly Ordinary Choices Of Everyday Life.....each Decision Seems As Insignificant As A Left Turn On An Unfamiliar Road When You Have No Destination In Mind. But The Decisions Accumulate Until You Realize One Day That They've Made You The Man That You Are.

Do You Love Him?" How Would I Know?" You'd Know.