There came a day when I stole the llama farm from Amy Boyd. I was in love with Amy Boyd and once long ago I had saved her father’s life and felt the sun charge through my body. I think almost everyone would say I was not the kind of person who would steal someone’s llama farm right out from under them, but whatever made me do it must have been waiting there inside me.
Amy Boyd was the first smart woman I’d ever met, at least to my knowledge, which didn’t kick in until twenty years had passed. When it finally did it was like all the desire from the lower half of my body moved upwards to my head. I wanted to express to her what this felt like but the words could not be found in the tangle of my brain, the jungle in there having been tended all these years by the many dumb women, starting with my mother, who had set about watering it. Not that I lay my troubles on these women, but they didn’t help.
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