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It is late 1973. The Hiway Tavern on West O St., Lincoln, Nebraska. Here is Vick the way she looked when I first met her. The way she looked when I fell in love with her. The times in Lincoln were exploratory, a feeling out, a process of discover that kept unfolding her past, her depth and her warmth. |
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Our relationship deepens and even though it is not yet explicit, it doesn't take long for us both to know that this is it. This is what everyone is always looking for but few people ever find. |
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