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A Love That Never Dies
Friday, October 11, 2013It was a Friday night and I was sitting in my outdoor hot tub, naked and alone. On the edge of the hot tub was my scotch. It wasn't the cheap stuff; I drink Glen Morangie or Glenfiddich. When I was younger and didn't have much money, I drank the cheap stuff; now that I have some money, I prefer single malt scotch.It really didn't matter how good the scotch was, or how nice and warm the hot tub was, or how much privacy I had with a solid eight foot masonry fence around my...