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This made me laugh out loud, and as I'm too brain cell-deprived to come up with my own material this week, I'm lazily recycling someone else's creativity.
Except that this is an eerie echo of my own You're A Woman Now talk. And my mother does actually say brassiere. You think I'm kidding?
Ah, sex talks.
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