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Nowadays there was so much about equality, yet there would always be roles to play. Roland had learned some from his father, some from his mother, and others on his own. He’d learned that women were a treasure. They came in all shapes and sizes, all kinds of personalities and temperments. He was not a player by any means, his father had taught him about honor, that being a man meant owning up. Roland was either honest with the women in his life about not being exclusive, or he broke it off with the woman he was with if he felt the need to try something different. Sometimes it went better than others, again, he’d learned. He picked up his buzzing phone and looked at the text that had come in. Roland didn’t recognize the number, so he hit his sleep button and went to put it down. 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