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Saturday, October 29, 2011

 

But the other time was much weirder; or at least I thought so at the time. Maybe it’s because I was older. Maybe it was because I was in the home of a woman whose reputation, whether justified or not, was somewhat flawed. Don’t get the wrong idea. I was there because I was friends with her three sons, and they were triplets about two years older than I.

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