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They say that all men are created equal. Well, that’s a blatant lie! I know, because I met God's gift to women in Vegas; I pretended he was my husband to get rid of another man. He took our fake marriage seriously, and it became his personal goal to consummate. He spoke to me in French, and I lied to him in German. His laughter was addictive. But I thought what happens in Vegas would stay in Vegas. Until it didn't.

She was forged from pain and honed into steel. Frankie Hughes was the steel that coated the outskirts of a boxing ring. She had the agility of a panther and a past that marred everything that she could have become. Did she allow herself even a second to feel defeated? No. Did she give up on what she thought she would one day become? Yes. A skilled mixed martial artist was her official title, but after stopping her competitive career and losing sight of her passion, Frankie’s future became a tight knot of indeterminacy.

You can smell that long-dying aroma of Autumn in the air. Kids are talking trick or treat and the leaves are already screaming at you in red and yellow and deep golden rust as they prepare for one final parachute down into the dirt. The tombstones are talking amongst themselves and winter is hiding just around the corner. It is the time of the year when people draw around the wood stove and the campfire and whisper stories of death and omens and ghosts and things that don't even have a name.