an explicit tergiversation

There he is. Half-asleep on the couch. A stirring documentary plays on TV. But the volume is turned down; the fascinating sounds of mating cicadas are barely audible. Outside, it’s a beautiful Saturday afternoon. The newspaper’s exciting headlines lie flat against his thick, clammy thighs. Its pages occasionally flap in the refreshing breeze a rusty oscillating fan provides. A rare Ford Everest speeds past his open window. It’s on a dragon-hunting expedition. Possibly something he could be curious about. But easy now. He’s the average man. He doesn’t care. Ahh…

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