Max Shulman: Love is a Fallacy

“Poll’,” I said to her when I picked her up on our next date, “tonight we are going over to the Knoll and talk.” “Oo, terrif,” she replied. One thing I will say for this girl: you would go far to find another so agreeable. We went to the Knoll, the campus trysting place, and we sat down under an old oak, and she looked at me ... ................
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