detoured track of a steady course

detoured track of a steady course I’m in love with a woman that hates the word love and says there’s no such thing as a promise. I first saw Marilyn on the Wildwood boardwalk. A cool night after a hot summer day. The scent of salt water and dry seaweed mixed with funnel cake and french fries. If you don’t know Jersey, I guess that sounds gross. When you grow up on the shore like I did, it’s intoxicating. It was pre-season, some of the...
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