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tomatoes with their red times, in the manual. To enspirit the
spiritless. To get me a jug and go out behind the barn sharing
with whoever is out behind the barn, peasant or noble.
-Sometimes I have luck.
In
plazas or taverns.
-Right as rain. I mean okie-dokie.
-Unless the participant affirmatively elects otherwise.
-What does that mean?
-Damfino. Just a bit of legal language I picked up some-
where.
- You are the sunshine of my life.
-Toys toys I want more toys.
- Yes, I should think you would.
-That wallow in certainty called the love affair.
-The fading gray velvet of the sofa. He clowned with my
panties in his teeth. Walked around that way for half an hour.
-What's this gunk here in this bucket?
-Bread in milk, have some.
-I think I could eat a little something.
-A mistletoe salad we whipped up together.
-Stick to it, keep after it. Only way to go is all the way.
-Want to buy a garter belt? Have one, thanks. Cut your
losses, try another town, split for the tall timber.
-Well it's a clean afternoon, heavy on the azaleas.
- Yes they pride themselves on their aza leas. Have competi-
tions, cups.
-I dashed a hope and dimmed an ardor. Promises shim–
mering like shrimp in light just under the surface of the water.
-Peered into his dental arcade noting the heal th of his pink
tissue.
-Backed into a small table which overturned with a
scattering of ashtrays and back copies of important journals.
-What ought I to do? What do you advise me? Should 1 try
to see him? What will happen? Can you tell me?
-Yes it's caring and being kind. We have corn dodgers too
and blood sausage.
-Lasciviously offered him a something pure and white.
-But he hastily with an embarrassed schottische of the
hands covered you up again.
