Written September ninth, two thousand and twenty one. Reposted exactly three years later.
Here at 2 Highland Manor Drive Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.
Actually all three people linkedin to each other courtesy Dissociative Identity Disorder (Multiple Personality Disorder).
Wiccan up to mystical alien way I raptly listened as she didst soothsay scanned -- din heavy yen reference about paganistic folkloric history regarding Sweden and Oslo (also) Norway.
The missus dubbed aforementioned young gal "curvy girl," a zaftig smart young woman super talented self taught herself to draw, sketch, and paint.
Only unmarried millennial men need apply, perhaps someone who hails from buckeye state - ideally above average humorous gallivanting fellow plus somewhat meshuggeneh ******* Louie garden variety wealthy eccentric recluse who doth blatantly defy establishmentarian paradigm
you rarely espy, cause he stays sequestered about dozen doors down from (femme fatale) ha said alluded to chick named three faces of eve vent jewel one named Jen Fry easy on the eyes courtesy me, a generic guy, who experienced amicable chat
referencing aforementioned lass the first encounter with her found yours truly saying "hi" devoid of ulterior motives only casual acquaintanceship did I imply cuz even if this former bachelor (got married twenty fifth of July nineteen hundred and ninety six) hypothetically decoupled,
cuz the age difference between us quite substantial qua aging baby boomer born two years after Bridge over the River Kwai filmed - then rocked to sleep courtesy Brahms lullaby if fain to sire offspring with lass (young enough to be my daughter) kiddos would witness their papa to mummify.
Our friendly communication peppered with structures of silence coasted along with zest and dialed up quite lathered dialogue betwixt us I do attest mutual comfort level quickly established between yours truly and said attractive beefy babe, who possessed killer thunder thighs shaking the entire firmament.