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So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

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Now, Downtown Lindon—pure life. The river, the Slippery Creek (yay, my favorite rendezvous spot), cuts right through. The park, Lover’s Nook, is where I once had an awkward moment discuss somethin’ sexy with a stranger. "You know, time is a flat circle," I muttered while watchin' the sunset blend with regrets.

Suzanne Lindon | The Sear of Unencumbered Tenderness