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‪#‎ADollarFromTheHeart‬ is still trying to help raise funds for Platypire Vixen. We are going to raffle off a mug and the winner(s) will have their choice of 1 of the 3 mugs pictured. If you'd like to enter, please send $1 (or more) to rushkelli2014@gmail.com via paypal as friends & family.  A winner (or winners) will be selected TOMORROW night! 

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A Dollar From the Heart: Kelli Needs Medical Help

     Meet Kelli Rush.  There are many things I could tell you about this lady.  She's kind, she's smart, she's funny, and she's always there to help in the book community, no matter what.  Like most of us here in the indie world, she's dealt with her share of struggles, and lately, those struggles have grown overwhelming.

I could say so many things about this incredible woman.  She's an avid reader, an excellent cheerleader, a platypire, and she's recently come on board as my PA.  But what I really want to tell you is that she needs our help.  She really needs our help.

A Dollar From The Heart is an organization I started a little while ago with the intention of pulling off small miracles when all hope seems to be lost.  I, and many others, believe the indie community takes care of its own.  

Kelli is one of us.

To date, we have helped a family get enough money to relocate when homelessness seemed in the near future, and we helped a family get their gas heat turned on during one of the coldest winters I can recall.

I have faith we can help Kelli, but I need your help to do it.

Here's what I've collected from her GoFundMe page:

"Those that know me, know that financially, we struggle month to month. There was a commercial on TV recently about a 30 day trial for a new hearing aid. I called the number, because it included a free hearing test. I went to Sparks and had my hearing test done on 5/23/2016 only to discover a few things:

1) It is NOT a free trial, it is a "risk-free" trial.

2) My hearing is a lot worse than I suspected.

3) I need a hearing aid for my right ear, and should also get one for my left.

4) Most insurance companies do not cover hearing aids. Those that do, only cover a few hundred dollars (he has never seen one cover more than $300).

5) Hearing aids start at $3,000 and can go up from there.

6) I'm screwed!

What I am asking for, is help to get a hearing aid for my right ear. It would be nice to get one for both, but I would at least like one for the "bad" ear.

I know that I am asking a lot, but please remember, even $5.00 helps. Every penny adds up.

The doctor that did my hearing test told me that there are places, like Starkey, that I can apply for assistance, however the application for Starkey is $250 and there is no guarantee that I will get help.

He also said that there are sometimes "recycled" hearing aids that he comes across. If that happens, and I have the funds, I would go for that, as I don't care if it is recycled or not, as long as I can afford it!

Thank you all for reading this. Please share to help get this out there and hopefully help me get something that I desperately need."

These are the times in which I wish I was a millionaire, but alas, I am only a small indie author. So here's where you come in.  If you've got it to spare, please consider donating to Kelli's GoFundMe Page.  The minimum is $5, so if you don't have that, but want to give something, you may send $1 to Kelli's paypal ( rushkelli2014@gmail.com ) via FRIENDS AND FAMILY.  Let her know it's from #ADFTH so that we can keep track of donations.  You may also comment below when you do so.  

If you do not have $1, but you still want to help, please consider sharing this post or the GoFundMe page with your friends.

Authors - Reach out to your street teams to see if they would be interested in taking up donations.  

Imagine if 3,000 people read this and each donated only $1.  Just $1.  Wouldn't that be amazing?

Now, I know a lot of people criticize GFM pages, but I'm here to tell you I am not one of those people.  Sometimes people need help.  If you've never been in a situation where you have to live paycheck-to-paycheck you probably have no idea what I'm talking about.  Kelli is not asking for a handout, but rather, a hand up.  Posting this was my idea.  Activating #ADFTH was my idea.  I want to help her, but I can't do it without you, indies.  

Thank you for your time. We'll keep you updated on the progress!

Current total raised: $90

#IABBAddict: Broken Dreams by Rissa Blakeley

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Author: Rissa Blakeley

Title: Broken Dreams

Pages: 634

Genre: post-apocalypse/paranormal

Date published: April 27, 2014

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Elaina Cooper’s world was turned upside down on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. She was about to marry Henry Daniels, the man of her dreams -- or so she thought. Just as she was to walk down the aisle, screams pierced the air.

In the days that followed, questions lingered in Elaina’s mind. Why did Henry seem to know so much about what was happening? And why did she feel like he was keeping secrets from her? Henry knew that his haunted past would eventually catch up to him…in more ways than one. Through all of this, he must face his demons, and Elaina must decide whether she can accept who he is. Henry is determined to fight to the very end to make their sexy, mercurial relationship work no matter what staggers in their path.

Along with their ragtag band of survivors, they must travel south to face Henry’s fears. There will be joys and loss but, in the end, is love enough to hold them together?

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He started to give me a peck on the cheek, but then he stopped himself. I could see the pain in his eyes. I reached up and brushed my fingers down his cheek. He closed his eyes, exhaling as I slid my fingers over his stubble.

When he opened them again, they were swimming with tears. His eyes wandered about my face, searching for the answer to the question that was lingering between us. He looked down, and his jaw trembled. He looked back up at me, lips parted like he was about to say something. But then he just turned away and closed the door.

I had broken his heart. I absolutely crushed this already broken man. I couldn’t believe I did that to him. I wasn’t sure if we would ever be able to get back to what we had, and the doubt that radiated from him told me he felt the same.

He had secrets. Secrets that he desperately wanted to share but, for some reason, felt that he couldn’t. I don’t know if it was a trust issue or what. But whatever it was, it was killing both of us.

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#IABBAddict: Dissident by Cecilia London

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Author: Cecilia London

Title: Dissident

Pages: 273

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense

Date published: March 17, 2015

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“I will always be with you…” 

Rising Democratic star Caroline Gerard hasn’t had an easy year. After losing her husband, she is raising two small children alone while trying to navigate the tricky and sometimes shallow halls on Capitol Hill. A string of nasty speeches has her scrambling to apologize to any number of candidates, including newly elected Republican Jack McIntyre. Falling in love again is the last thing on her mind. 

Jack McIntyre might have a reputation as a playboy, but he has his sights set solely on his new colleague. Can he break through Caroline’s grief and capture her heart? 

Told mostly in flashback and set against a chilling fascist backdrop, Dissident is a rollercoaster ride of political intrigue, passionate contemporary romance, and undying love. 

For readers 18+. Ends on a cliffhanger.

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“You’re lovely,” Jack murmured into her ear. Was that directed at her, or was he mimicking the lyrics? He was holding her closer than she thought was necessary for a dance between friends, but she wasn’t about to complain. They moved slowly but they’d been practicing all night and were starting to fatigue. Caroline leaned into his shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world, not realizing that they had almost completely stopped dancing. “Caroline?” She heard Jack’s sweet voice again. “I’m not sure we’re dancing anymore.” “Does it matter?” She lifted her head up. Jack looked into her eyes. “Not unless it matters to you.” He slowly brought his lips to hers. She didn’t turn away this time but closed her eyes and waited. It was sweet, kind, tender…and definitely not platonic. And it felt incredibly good, the pleasure wafting over her. She’d forgotten what it was like to be kissed, really kissed. She didn’t want him to stop. Jack cupped her cheek in his palm and pulled her closer to him with his other hand. Caroline brought her hands up to his hair and held them there, not wanting it to end. She had been wondering what it would be like to run her hands through those gorgeous, perfect silver locks. His hair was soft, and she traced her fingers through it as Jack teased her tongue with his. She wanted to tug at it, bring him even closer to her, but then saw Nicky’s face in her mind and pulled away. Caroline covered her mouth with her hand. “What was that for?” Jack withdrew his hand from her waist. He seemed to be confused. “I-” “It was the music,” she stammered. “We - it’s a romantic song. It’s hard not to get sucked into it. It’s fine.” She thought Jack looked a little unnerved, but he recovered quickly. “Sure. Just a little kiss between friends. It didn’t mean anything.” “Right.” Caroline kissed him on the cheek. “See? Nothing whatsoever.” “Yeah.” Jack looked at his watch. “It’s late. I’d better head home. I have to get up pretty early tomorrow.” “Not a problem.” She exhaled, grateful for the escape. “Thanks for the dance lessons.” “Anytime,” Jack said. “I mean that.” “I know.” “See you on Tuesday?” he asked. “Lunch, maybe?” “You bet.” She turned off the music and escorted Jack up the stairs, watching him through the window as he started his Cadillac and drove away. It was nothing, that kiss. That song, the entire night…they’d gotten too caught up in the entire thing. Dancing could be an extraordinarily sensuous experience between two people who knew what they were doing, and Jack was an excellent instructor. It was only natural that she felt such incredible physical chemistry with him. That was it. Nothing more. But Caroline was still trying to avoid the thought running through her mind – her increasing desire for him to turn his car around, run through her front door, and take her in his arms again.

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<b>Title</b>: Dissident</div>
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Rising Democratic star Caroline Gerard hasn’t had an easy year. After losing her husband, she is raising two small children alone while trying to navigate the tricky and sometimes shallow halls on Capitol Hill. A string of nasty speeches has her scrambling to apologize to any number of candidates, including newly elected Republican Jack McIntyre. Falling in love again is the last thing on her mind.&nbsp;</div>
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Jack McIntyre might have a reputation as a playboy, but he has his sights set solely on his new colleague. Can he break through Caroline’s grief and capture her heart?&nbsp;</div>
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Told mostly in flashback and set against a chilling fascist backdrop, Dissident is a rollercoaster ride of political intrigue, passionate contemporary romance, and undying love.&nbsp;</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You’re lovely,” Jack murmured into her ear.

Was that directed at her, or was he mimicking the lyrics?

He was holding her closer than she thought was necessary for a dance between friends, but she wasn’t about to complain. They moved slowly but they’d been practicing all night and were starting to fatigue. Caroline leaned into his shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world, not realizing that they had almost completely stopped dancing.

“Caroline?” She heard Jack’s sweet voice again. “I’m not sure we’re dancing anymore.”

“Does it matter?” She lifted her head up.

Jack looked into her eyes. “Not unless it matters to you.”

He slowly brought his lips to hers. She didn’t turn away this time but closed her eyes and waited. It was sweet, kind, tender…and definitely not platonic. And it felt incredibly good, the pleasure wafting over her. She’d forgotten what it was like to be kissed, really kissed. She didn’t want him to stop. Jack cupped her cheek in his palm and pulled her closer to him with his other hand. Caroline brought her hands up to his hair and held them there, not wanting it to end.

She had been wondering what it would be like to run her hands through those gorgeous, perfect silver locks. His hair was soft, and she traced her fingers through it as Jack teased her tongue with his. She wanted to tug at it, bring him even closer to her, but then saw Nicky’s face in her mind and pulled away.

Caroline covered her mouth with her hand. “What was that for?”

Jack withdrew his hand from her waist. He seemed to be confused. “I-”

“It was the music,” she stammered. “We - it’s a romantic song. It’s hard not to get sucked into it. It’s fine.”

She thought Jack looked a little unnerved, but he recovered quickly. “Sure. Just a little kiss between friends. It didn’t mean anything.”

“Right.” Caroline kissed him on the cheek. “See? Nothing whatsoever.”

“Yeah.” Jack looked at his watch. “It’s late. I’d better head home. I have to get up pretty early tomorrow.”

“Not a problem.” She exhaled, grateful for the escape. “Thanks for the dance lessons.”

“Anytime,” Jack said. “I mean that.”

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“See you on Tuesday?” he asked. “Lunch, maybe?”

“You bet.”

She turned off the music and escorted Jack up the stairs, watching him through the window as he started his Cadillac and drove away. It was nothing, that kiss.  That song, the entire night…they’d gotten too caught up in the entire thing. Dancing could be an extraordinarily sensuous experience between two people who knew what they were doing, and Jack was an excellent instructor. It was only natural that she felt such incredible physical chemistry with him. That was it. Nothing more.
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Author: Kylie Hillman

Title: Seizing Control

Pages: 375

Genre: Romance, Suspense, MC, Contemporary

Date published: September 30, 2015

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When a monster owns your past, can you control your destiny? 

Only daughter of the volatile President of the Black Shamrocks MC and long-suffering sister to four overprotective brothers, Madelaine O'Brien has survived circumstances that would have broken a lesser woman. 

Mik 'Mad Dog' Kennedy is her salvation, her reward for continuing to fight, and the matching piece of her soul. 

With her life happy and on track, will the reappearance of the monster from her past be the event that finally breaks her? Or will he be the catalyst she needs to put it all behind her, once and for all? 

They say when life gives you lemons; make lemonade. What happens when life keeps sending you demons who refuse to stay buried? Do you lie down and accept defeat or rise to the seemingly unwinnable challenge, and start SEIZING CONTROL? 

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Brendan smiles and shrugs. “I hit him. He trying to put your beautiful face in the cake.”
Relief flooding me that it was innocent, I laugh at Benji and he pokes his tongue out at me, a small smile gracing his face. My heart lightens further at his playfulness. I've missed it. Things are still pretty tense between us, nearly nine months after our blowout over Brendan. I can see where Benji and my friends are coming from but I can't face the drama that I know will ensue if I break up with Brendan. Since I haven't told anyone about my fears, Benji and Joel feel it's okay to constantly voice their objections to my relationship with him. They normally finish their rants with nasty descriptions of my intelligence. It’s not fun.
“Fuck, I reckon it must be time for presents.” I hear a very familiar voice shout. My heart skips a beat, and my body practically melting, everything that’s wrong in my life fading into insignificance. I search the gaudily decorated, crowded hall for where his voice is coming from, grinning widely when I spot him.
Mik is standing on a chair near the front door with a big smile on his face. His radio silence during the last week had led me to believe that he wasn’t coming tonight, dampening my enthusiasm for the party.
Since Mik was voted as Sergeant at Arms for the MC nearly a year ago, he hasn't been able to commit to anything because he never knows when he might be needed by the Club. What could possibly keep that bunch of men so busy has me stumped. Mik won't tell me what he is up to whenever I ask and I stopped asking Dad years ago. I don't think the Black Shamrocks are outlaws by definition, but I’m pretty sure they flirt with the thin blue line at times.
“Mik!” I shriek. “You came.”
I’m running towards him before he has time to jump down from the chair. Brendan grabs my arm, but I shrug him off, dodging the crowd who’ve turned to see who interrupted the speeches. Benji’s behind me trying to get his present from Mik first so I pick up my pace. Benji might be the football star but he’ll never be able to run as fast as me.
Once I’m close enough, I launch myself into Mik’s arms.
He catches me—just like I knew he would—because I’ve been launching myself at him like that since I was five years old. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and kiss his smooth cheeks. He holds my weight easily, with his arms folded under my ass, as he plants a quick kiss on my lips.
“Hey, Angel. Happy to see me?” he chuckles, his hazel eyes flashing at me.
I love how his eyes light up when he sees me. He gets a twinkle in them that I'm certain only I create. The feeling’s mutual; the only time I feel as if I’m as whole as I can be is when he’s around. He makes me feel as if the hole in my chest that’s been there since my mom died isn't as big or as painful anymore. “Of course I am, you big idiot. I thought you weren’t coming.”

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When a monster owns your past, can you control your destiny?&nbsp;</div>
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Brendan smiles and shrugs. “I hit him. He trying to put your beautiful face in the cake.”<br />Relief flooding me that it was innocent, I laugh at Benji and he pokes his tongue out at me, a small smile gracing his face. My heart lightens further at his playfulness. I've missed it. Things are still pretty tense between us, nearly nine months after our blowout over Brendan. I can see where Benji and my friends are coming from but I can't face the drama that I know will ensue if I break up with Brendan. Since I haven't told anyone about my fears, Benji and Joel feel it's okay to constantly voice their objections to my relationship with him. They normally finish their rants with nasty descriptions of my intelligence. It’s not fun.<br />“Fuck, I reckon it must be time for presents.” I hear a very familiar voice shout. My heart skips a beat, and my body practically melting, everything that’s wrong in my life fading into insignificance. I search the gaudily decorated, crowded hall for where his voice is coming from, grinning widely when I spot him.<br />Mik is standing on a chair near the front door with a big smile on his face. His radio silence during the last week had led me to believe that he wasn’t coming tonight, dampening my enthusiasm for the party.<br />Since Mik was voted as Sergeant at Arms for the MC nearly a year ago, he hasn't been able to commit to anything because he never knows when he might be needed by the Club. What could possibly keep that bunch of men so busy has me stumped. Mik won't tell me what he is up to whenever I ask and I stopped asking Dad years ago. I don't think the Black Shamrocks are outlaws by definition, but I’m pretty sure they flirt with the thin blue line at times.<br />“Mik!” I shriek. “You came.”<br />I’m running towards him before he has time to jump down from the chair. Brendan grabs my arm, but I shrug him off, dodging the crowd who’ve turned to see who interrupted the speeches. Benji’s behind me trying to get his present from Mik first so I pick up my pace. Benji might be the football star but he’ll never be able to run as fast as me.<br />Once I’m close enough, I launch myself into Mik’s arms.<br />He catches me—just like I knew he would—because I’ve been launching myself at him like that since I was five years old. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and kiss his smooth cheeks. He holds my weight easily, with his arms folded under my ass, as he plants a quick kiss on my lips.<br />“Hey, Angel. Happy to see me?” he chuckles, his hazel eyes flashing at me.<br />I love how his eyes light up when he sees me. He gets a twinkle in them that I'm certain only I create. The feeling’s mutual; the only time I feel as if I’m as whole as I can be is when he’s around. He makes me feel as if the hole in my chest that’s been there since my mom died isn't as big or as painful anymore. “Of course I am, you big idiot. I thought you weren’t coming.”</blockquote>
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Author: MaeMae Spencer

Title: Spinne the Spider's Big City Adventure

Pages: 42

Genre: children's book

Date published: October 2, 2015

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Born with only six legs, Spinne is a unique spider. Through hard work she's living life the same as any other spider, without letting her disability disable her. With the love and support of her family, she knows she can accomplish great things. 

Lately she has been dreaming of an adventure all her own. One day when she's older, her mom says, she will have plenty of adventures. Knowing this doesn't keep her from dreaming. 

After accidentally falling asleep on a car, Spinne finds herself zooming from the country to the big city. Looks like that big adventure is going to happen sooner than she realized. Is she ready? Find out in Spinne the Spider's Big City Adventure!

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Stars twinkled overhead, creating a blanket of light in the sky. Spinne sat on the ledge outside the window of the house, looking up.
"Mom, there has to be more to life than this," she said, waving one of her six legs.
"There is, dear. There is a whole wide world out there. But not all of it is nice, or safe, or kind," she answered as she spun a cocoon around their dinner.
Spinne had been born with only six legs, and it made some tasks like creating an effective web more difficult. Having less legs than every other spider she knew was the way it had always been, so she made it work. "You've said it yourself, we should judge by who someone is on the inside, not what they look like on the outside. I'm good inside. How can we be sure I won't be just fine out there?" This was a conversation they'd had more than once. Spinne wanted to see the good in everyone, and she didn't understand why her mother was so sure about those she hadn't met.
Spinne's mom finished her task and slid down from the web to sit beside her. She looked up at the sky, at the same stars Spinne was studying. "When you were little — a few days old — a group of young ants wandered by. They noticed right away that you were different. One of them made a rude remark about your missing legs and that ant's mother, who was walking along behind, looked over and saw you. She didn't correct her son's mistake, which tells me she didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said."
With wide eyes, Spinne looked up at her mom. "What did you do?"
"I was shocked at his words and even more shocked at his mother's reaction. I was furious enough to give her a piece of my mind but, by the time I recovered, they were gone. What I did instead was cry, and then I promised myself — and you — that I would protect you from that sort of behavior as long as I live. I haven't seen those ants since that day, or I would certainly let them know how inappropriate their responses to you were."
The moonlight shone down, reflecting off the tear as it slipped down her mom's face. The memory must have been very painful for her, if bringing it to mind made her cry again.
Spinne had never seen her mother cry before and felt awful about it. She wanted to make everything better, and searched her brain for something to say.
"Not everyone is like that, though. There are lots of good ones out there… right?"
She wiped the tear away. "Sure, there are plenty that are good."
Not convinced by her tone of voice, Spinne opened her mouth to ask why she didn't sound sure, then closed it again. Maybe she should leave well enough alone.

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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26259378-spinne-the-spider-s-big-city-adventure" style="clear: left; color: #00635d; float: left; font-family: Lato, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><img alt="Spinne the Spider's Big City Adventure" height="320" src="https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1444681518l/26259378.jpg" style="border: 0px;" width="213" /></a><b>Author</b>: MaeMae Spencer</div>
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<b>Title</b>: Spinne the Spider's Big City Adventure</div>
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<b>Pages</b>: 42</div>
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<b style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;">Genre</b><span style="background-color: white;">:</span> children's book</div>
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<b>Date published</b>: October 2, 2015</div>
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Born with only six legs, Spinne is a unique spider. Through hard work she's living life the same as any other spider, without letting her disability disable her. With the love and support of her family, she knows she can accomplish great things.&nbsp;</div>
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Lately she has been dreaming of an adventure all her own. One day when she's older, her mom says, she will have plenty of adventures. Knowing this doesn't keep her from dreaming.&nbsp;</div>
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After accidentally falling asleep on a car, Spinne finds herself zooming from the country to the big city. Looks like that big adventure is going to happen sooner than she realized. Is she ready? Find out in Spinne the Spider's Big City Adventure!</div>
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Stars twinkled overhead, creating a blanket of light in the sky. Spinne sat on the ledge outside the window of the house, looking up.<br />"Mom, there has to be more to life than this," she said, waving one of her six legs.<br />"There is, dear. There is a whole wide world out there. But not all of it is nice, or safe, or kind," she answered as she spun a cocoon around their dinner.<br />Spinne had been born with only six legs, and it made some tasks like creating an effective web more difficult. Having less legs than every other spider she knew was the way it had always been, so she made it work. "You've said it yourself, we should judge by who someone is on the inside, not what they look like on the outside. I'm good inside. How can we be sure I won't be just fine out there?" This was a conversation they'd had more than once. Spinne wanted to see the good in everyone, and she didn't understand why her mother was so sure about those she hadn't met.<br />Spinne's mom finished her task and slid down from the web to sit beside her. She looked up at the sky, at the same stars Spinne was studying. "When you were little — a few days old — a group of young ants wandered by. They noticed right away that you were different. One of them made a rude remark about your missing legs and that ant's mother, who was walking along behind, looked over and saw you. She didn't correct her son's mistake, which tells me she didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said."<br />With wide eyes, Spinne looked up at her mom. "What did you do?"<br />"I was shocked at his words and even more shocked at his mother's reaction. I was furious enough to give her a piece of my mind but, by the time I recovered, they were gone. What I did instead was cry, and then I promised myself — and you — that I would protect you from that sort of behavior as long as I live. I haven't seen those ants since that day, or I would certainly let them know how inappropriate their responses to you were."<br />The moonlight shone down, reflecting off the tear as it slipped down her mom's face. The memory must have been very painful for her, if bringing it to mind made her cry again.<br />Spinne had never seen her mother cry before and felt awful about it. She wanted to make everything better, and searched her brain for something to say.<br />"Not everyone is like that, though. There are lots of good ones out there… right?"<br />She wiped the tear away. "Sure, there are plenty that are good."<br />Not convinced by her tone of voice, Spinne opened her mouth to ask why she didn't sound sure, then closed it again. Maybe she should leave well enough alone.</blockquote>
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