Although the events in this story took place some time ago, the heart still wants what the heart wants, so in the history of passion, nothing has changed.

Zephyr Rafferty snapped a six-foot switch in two across his knee and threw one half of it across the barnyard. His ancient mutt Misty got up with a hitch in her gait, loped, then attempted a leap in the air. She missed it by a few feet and landed less than gracefully.

Bevel staked a claim to his customary spot on the platform by placing his right penny loafer on the “W” of the Watch-the-Gap sign because that’s where the train door always landed. He’d be the first to board the lead “quiet” car, and sure to get his regular window seat on the sunny side, facing backwards in case of sudden stops.
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One summer in Montauk I met a really nice kid named Ryan. We were instant best friends. He was an awkward, gangly guy. At the age of 12 or 13 he was already over six feet tall. He could hardly keep up with his body.

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