Landlady Love

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“Age is not a barrier…Many a good tune is played on old fiddles”

I can still remember the first time I found out what it was to be a man. I guess
I was about eighteen at the time and living in a rented room somewhere in the
city. My landlady, who I had always referred to as Mrs. McLaren, had been kind
enough to take me in at a reasonable rent when she found out that I was
struggling through university. That was eighteen months ago.

My studies had kept me from pursuing the pleasures of

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