Neighborhood Erotica

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The train hissed to a stop, the summertime warm radiating off the metal as he stepped onto the platform. A wave of anticipation, combined with the familiar fragrance of evergreen and sun-baked earth, washed over him. It had been far as well time out of mind his last browse through, years that seemed like a lifetime in the whirlwind of institution and maturing. With the little crowd, he saw her. Aunt Carol, her silver hair catching the sunlight, a familiar and warm smile already spreading across her face. An authentic smile stretched across his own face in response, a warmth flowering in his breast.