My favorite place is a desert island, with warm sand, a light breeze, the smell of ripening bananas, a fruity drink in one hand, and a gorgeous babe lying next to me. Palm trees dot the sand, and the rhythmic sound of the surf washing against the shore lulls me into a hypnotic trance. A seagull caws in the distance, and a few fluffy white clouds float lazily across the sky. Sunset approaches, and the shadows grow longer. The fat, red sun dips low on the horizon. A crescent shimmers briefly, then it is gone. A slight chill descends, and darkness creeps in at the edges. The seagulls retire for the evening, and I stir from my slumber. I make the voyage back to my lean-to, babe on my arm.
Yeah, I wish.
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