Vienna, a love story
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Vienna is a short story opening I wrote the other day on a plane traveling from Dallas back to Seattle.
It is about finding new love, accepting what you are and letting romance and mystery back into your life.
The story is fictional, but based on some real life events and loosely based on some people.
There is mild profanity usage, some adult themes and it is written from the male point of view.
I may add more to this, it depends on how well it is received and where my life goes. Parts of this is autobiographical in an abstract way.
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