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Driving through the desert in their mint green lowrider, Rodrigo asks Knox, "if not Proust, who would you want me to read, Knox?" Knox replies, "I don't care. Um, how about John Rechy's "City of Night" or something." Rodrigo says, "sure. I'll check the "pulp" section at the library." They arrive at the hot springs, a series of tiered pools which feed from the top pool down. They strip down to swimsuits and ease themsleves into the hot water, and Rodrigo says, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh......" And then leans back and says, "thanks for agreeing to come here rather than hiking, Knox. I knew there was a reason I loved you." Knox replies, "there's more than one reason, I hope." To which Rodrigo says, "true. I'm also strangely attracted to your insatiable craving for additional reasons."

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As I started writing this story way back when I lived in Las Vegas, NM, these springs are loosely based on the Montezuma Hot Springs there.

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Driving through the desert in their mint green lowrider, Rodrigo asks Knox, “if not Proust, who would you want me to read, Knox?” Knox replies, “I don’t care. Um, how about John Rechy’s “City of Night” or something.” Rodrigo says, “sure. I’ll check the “pulp” section at the library.” They arrive at the hot springs, a series of tiered pools which feed from the top pool down. They strip down to swimsuits and ease themsleves into the hot water, and Rodrigo says, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh……” And then leans back and says, “thanks for agreeing to come here rather than hiking, Knox. I knew there was a reason I loved you.” Knox replies, “there’s more than one reason, I hope.” To which Rodrigo says, “true. I’m also strangely attracted to your insatiable craving for additional reasons.”
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