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Threesome Interval
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55 Threesome Interval That summer my cooking exceeded all expectations. I excelled in tagine of chicken with olives and a curried Thai soup. We biked to yoga at six a.m., biked home virtuous and clarified. Was it the Prozac? The new puppy glorious in red curls? Your new man, the Scrabble champ? Even the wild blueberries astonished. In Shelburne Falls, from the viewing platform we admired the glacial potholes ground from granite by snowmelt and gyrating stone. Swirls marbled the rock with a natural patina. We kept our composure, despite hundreds of millions of years of whirlpooling abrasion. Arriving at the Walt Whitman party, in great spirits, I wondered: might we try a trip to Rome? At the tag sale, he found a first edition of Frost, and you snagged a Henckels knife. We didn’t deserve such good luck, but luck found us anyway. ...