Her life wasn’t the greatest—dead-end job, dead husband, dead daughter, and a son always into something. On the other side of the ledger, she had a nice place to live and sometimes somebody to get close to, although she had only a few years left to carry on with that sort of thing. And she did have rules: no married men; no divorced guys with reputations for beating wives—no matter how great they seemed, that type always started up on their new girlfriends eventually. Oh, and all guys had to be over fifteen years older than her son.
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