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Michel'le believed in love - just not for herself. She had journeyed the road a time or two only to wind up desolate, hurt and alone. She was not willing to risk her heart again. She longed for all of the fire and desire that she read about and heard about, it just didn't seem like she was destined to receive it. If it looked like it might come close she bolted She hung out with her gurlz at least once a month on a Friday or Saturday night. They called it Sistah Gurlz night. Michel'le was the only one who had been married and at times it bored her that they were so enthralled with the prospect. She knew marriage could be a beautiful and wonderful thing but it seemed to her now, in hindsight of course that too many women put too much emphasis on it as the be all in their lives. If that was what they wanted - power to the people. She was more than willing to do what she could to hook them up.
