I thought so until a few months ago: my nice, young neighbor "terrorized" me: came to the door
in baggy, flannel pajamas, fuzzy slippers, curlers & cream. I nearly fainted from schock. And
ran away screaming. I'm still a bachelor. So I'm not used to seeing these things. Men aren't
supposed to see such things until after the honeymoon.
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