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I'm too sexy for my shirt.
It looked to me as though it was going to cover everything quite nicely... and, indeed, it does... if I hold still and there is no breeze... so mostly I wear another sweater over it to keep everyone from being exposed to my exceptional form unduly. Even so, a motorcyclist decided he was going to stalk me all the way home as I walked back from the grocery store today. I decided he wasn't going to get to accomplish this, but it took some doing to dissuade him.
Jesus.
I'm fifty-seven.
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