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Michael went away from the shop and the next day rang bright and early. For one it was Saturday, and the other was the order of cookies he expected from Eres. He got over to his computer to check his email and the dating sights he frequented. His chipper mood was a little less bright when he saw there were no matches for him that day, or at least none he was willing to look into. He sighed and leaned back in his computer chair. It seemed his sweet habit was taken care of, but his love life needed a bigger change.
“I’d hate to break it to myself, but maybe Shannon’s right,” he muttered to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe I need to rethink me.”
He lifted his arms and flexed them. Not much muscle showed up, and he dropped his arms to his side. Then he lifted his
