Danny rushes through Saturday afternoon sleet to a meeting with a man he has only spoken to online. Why does he come all this way before realizing it was such a stupid thing to do? He is ready to run back home and pretend none of this had happened when he notices a waving hand. It's already too late. I grew up in Robin Hood Country, spent some time in the sprawling metropolises (?) of London, England, and Toronto, Canada, and now I've found a quiet corner of rural Ontario to put myself out to pasture in.I'm always in search of my serenity and my muse.I try to read, and to write, a little bit every day, so that my gears keep of the results can be found on Medium at @nshooter11.Thanks for reading!

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