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. . .During the summer at Bustin's Island Anne & I were both twenty-three & had been together for almost three years. We had met the summer of 1965 in San Francisco where I was living in an apartment on Nob Hill. I can remember the first time we slept together, after spending the whole day wandering around the city on LSD, in the apartment in San Francisco, but I don't think we made love. I think we tried & it made us laugh to even imagine doing it as the drug wore off & I remember feeling amazed that sex was something we could laugh about, that it was no big deal, that mostly we were happy just to be in bed together. Sex could wait. The apartment had a large living room & kitchen area & a small bedroom with a bed in it, a mattress on the floor, & nothing else: all you could do in the room was get undressed & get into bed. There were no windows in the room. It was an apartment I had sublet through Liam O'Gallagher, through a friend of Liam's, Grant Dailey, who I met only once, & there was a table at a large window facing a garden where I ate. There was a connecting apartment where a woman with silver hair lived, her name was Jeanette & she worked for TWA, & when she was home she walked her dog in the garden & waved to me as I sat at the window.


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