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In recent days, I'd been accompanying a dating service group. My goal? To savor the complimentary refreshments at their gatherings while immersing myself in the vibrant social scene. In truth, I wasn't seeking romance but rather entertaining myself by watching the courtship rituals of today's singles. The group wasn't exclusively young people. Several older women were present, eagerly trying to find partners for their offspring. One particular day, one of these mothers dropped a revelation that caused quite a stir. She nonchalantly stated, "I possess 53 rental units, three luxury homes, and five lovable felines. All of this, along with

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Exasperated, I ruffled my hair and persisted in my desperate efforts. I bellowed, growled, and even whined—I tried every sound imaginable. Yet, he didn't stir.


I began to wonder if he could tell I was faking.


Glancing over, I spotted Amanda in the doorway, her eyes fixed on me, her face a mix of amusement and confusion.


"Amanda, is everything alright?" I inquired, feeling slightly embarrassed.


"Miss Greer, you're incredibly brave. Who else would come up with such... creative techniques?" Amanda remarked, trying to hold back her laughter.


I suddenly realized how ridiculous I must have looked—yelling "Darling, it's so painful!" like a madwoman. Even a stray dog wouldn't make such a mortifying racket. My face flushed as I fumbled to explain, assuring Amanda that I wasn't going crazy.


To my astonishment, Amanda's expression brightened. "Mr. Winslow's coming around? Quick, keep calling out to him!"


Chapter 6