Her name was Mary Sampson, and she got passed around the
Arts Club like a risqué book or banned DVD.
After having her, Will began to write poetry that spoke of
the beauty of nature and the nature of beauty.
Once he experienced life with her, Vince began to not so
much paint as capture the spirit of his subjects, and find their inner truths
and lay them bare.
Jo went from tinkering with tunes to now penning
masterpieces for every instrument going.
Whereas with me, the club Secretary? We’re still together,
just chilling out on the couch most nights…
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