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i'm told my uncle used to
sit under the dining room
table and touch women's
stockings when he was a
child; my mother remem-
bered. it seems i inherited
this fetish is some round-
about manner. last night,
mirek unknowingly echo'd
this sentiment when he
compared a bass clarinet
to a woman's leg sheathed
in black. i mention all this
because two women in
nylons just walked past &
the whole restaurant went
silent to watch those 4 legs.
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