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Show 30, Jeffries, Islamorada forked roads, those sudden Y-crossroads, two roads diverged in a wood, galloping like a hare, with that civil voice whispering regularly in his ear, as to Richard Burton in his Roman triumph, but perversely and unconscionably; 'Remember. . .thou art only a man.' Well, as that little impresario bragged in Cabaret, "Bee-da-la-dee-dee-dee, two roomates." Rana had Penny smirking in the corner. "Rana knows a place. . ." the country girl began. "Penny wants to ask you something. Wants to ask if you'll give us a ride to-" "You ever been to a nudist colony?" Penny asked him boldly. "Could I interest you in going with me?" "Twist my, twist my arm." Timberlane Acres. Down in Chatham, other side of Medina. "I hate clothes," Penny elaborated. "Comes down to most of us subs look like we shop at Kresge's and the Gold Circle, which of course we do. Yeah, until I can go first cabin, it's the old birthday suit for me. I guess it's served me well enough so far." They swam and played the games. The little airplanes came. Hedgehopping over from Freedom Field. Friendly barons looping and rolling. Somehow the camp would forward this letter to him: 1-Who's the cute guy who was on the uh, 'shirts' team last Saturday when my date in the |
