Why, just last summer I had the most wonderful time with my summer gardener, Billy Wicks.
It’s important to note that in summer, my juices, both creative and otherwise really flow. I consider Spring a time of cosmic upheaval, when the earth gives birth to a new host of pleasures. Summer is that lazy time that follows, when a good hedonist enjoys what Spring delivers. There’s always a good man in my life in summer, and last summer was no different.
Billy Wicks came to town on the train. In fact, I watched him walk off the Amtrak Special, a delicious swagger in his young hips, like a clarion call to the women of Junction Springs, that a charming new catch was available for our summer pleasure. I planned to pluck him off the vine right away, not letting my rivals even have a chance.
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