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| By Polson Andrews |
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I can't believe this, if I weren't alone it would be embarrassing. Feels good, I don't really remember it being like this since I was 16. I'd wake up every morning like this, not so much anymore. Must be the vibration. Reminds me of that guy, geez he's a teacher now, working at the golf course, riding out to the greens on the tractor fenders, and pop, there he'd go, didn't care a whit. Vibration. |
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Maybe once she's back from town, she'd indulge me. As long as she doesn't give me that stupid line about afternoons - Arthur Miller? Maybe it was about Arthur Miller. Honestly, comedian jokes cut a little close to the bone these days. Like Sarah Tate, what's with that short hair? Is there a marriage club where every woman cuts their hair? |
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Still looks good though. Really good. Really, really, really good. Like, if she walked out from behind that wood pile right now, geez... |
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You're going out for coffee with Sarah? I don't know, I guess I'll hit the sack a little early tonight. No no, just come in, you won't wake me. |
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...no, right here...by the wood pile...ahh... |
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