Part of a short story

I started this last July after talking with my wife. Two things spurred it: a friend lost his wife seven months prior and was trying the online dating pool and encountering scammers at a ridiculous rate, people known as Ghana Girls. You'd start communicating with them and all seemed nice, then they had to go back to Ghana because their mother had fallen and needed surgery. And then they didn't have enough money, or they wanted some foods from the USA shipped over. The second part was the conversation with my wife, she was idly speculating what an online dating site with a three-sex race would be like.

So my brain came up with SWN LFP. This is 1200 words with purposely unusual syntax. And it needs more words, but I've stalled out and not revisited it in 9 months.

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