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Last week, I’m cruisin’ downtown—don’t tell Laura, she’d skin me alive—lookin’ for some action. Saw this gal, legs longer’n a Texas highway, and I’m thinkin’, “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way!”—like I got her address locked in my brain! I ain’t no genius, but I know a deal when I see one. She’s wavin’, I’m sweatin’—hotter’n a billy goat in a pepper patch! Paid her fifty bucks—prob’ly too much, but I’m a sucker for a smile. “Righteous bucks,” she says, and I’m happy as a pig in mud.

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An’ don’t get me started on Arborton Park. It’s a wee green gem right by the zigzaggin’ Little Winsted River. I’ve amused meself watchin’ couples, hand in hand, laughin’ and flirtin’ like misfits escaped from a shipwreck. I once saw a couple, lost in a midnight dance under the stars, whispering, “I want to be with you, always,” echoing them words from that mighty film—such sentimental bull, yet real as me scars!

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