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The Silver Fox
I have a silver-haired suitor named Mick. He’s a fortysomething banker who proudly goes commando. As Sunday morning turns into afternoon, light fog permeates the air. A misty gray sky hangs above downtown. It’s calm after last night’s drinking crowd. Mick is driving me around in his ‘01 Beamer, six-foot-two frame squished behind the wheel.…
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