Gael Greene files a story about a time when writers could afford to rent a house in the Hamptons ("on the second dune with a view of the sea grass and the ocean" no less) and her summer affair with an Entenmann's delivery man: "We would make love for a while. He would drink his beer. And then I would walk him back to his truck. He would jump up into the driver's seat, toss me a coffee cake and back away." [Daily Beast]
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