He'd go back to Chicago, alone, and he'd make it work, dammit.
Yet as the days went by, Ray found that he couldn't get the feel of the wilderness out from under his skin, and he couldn't get Fraser out of his head.
God - what a way to kill me first thing in the morning.
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Yet as the days went by, Ray found that he couldn't get the feel of the wilderness out from under his skin, and he couldn't get Fraser out of his head.
God - what a way to kill me first thing in the morning.
Wonderful stuff! Thanks for posting!