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“Alas, I have no Sears/Wal-Mart/etc. glamour shots. My cruel parents
denied me that sweetest of teenage bliss, and now it is too late. I did
mannage to get together some photos of me and my deliicious leather
pants, though. I couldn't decide which one I liked, so I sent you a few
shots of my brazen midriff-baring glory!”
“Sorry, no topless ones.
While my boyfriend refuses to wear leather, he has no compunctions about
beating the shit out of me for distributing pornographic pictures of
myself to colorfully decorated icons of masculinity on the Web!”
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