Dane-ish
By Hugh Jardon. We met at Fonda’s cottage shortly after noon on Sunday, and after some perfunctory small talk and a game of (innocent) roughhouse with Luscious, we got into the Bronco and headed (further) out into the country. Fonda said it was about 20 miles from her place, and about a half-hour later, she instructed me to turn into a narrow dirt road. A mile or so, and she had me turn left on to a narrower dirt road
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