"Miranda met me in the garden. She said she had enough weed to make me want to marry a donkey. I did not believe her until we eased into the tub. All of a sudden I was in Mendocino again, remembering nights when pleasure exceeded neural capacity and when the undertaker drove me home with her hand on my thigh."
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