The Salty Waters of Nevada, Indiana

There must have been something in the water. Some sort of jubilant jism had infected the local supply and the whole town was endowed with the spirit of life. It started with the Johnsons and then moved over to John Thomas and his new friend with benefits Lily. Slowly, the sewing fever trickled down with thick sticky thrusts. The flows of passion broke through the envisioned walls of monogamy and orientation. After the dam broke affection and contempt alike were swept away to raw, repetitive, soon chaffing verb. Luckily, the flood subsided soon enough but there was much infrastructure to be rebuilt and reinforced. Among other things, an elementary school would be needed soon.

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