In analyzing this weird obsession, I realize now at the age of 60 that this problem must date back to my childhood when the gypsies stole all my mother's bras from the clothesline late one night. While it sounds dramatic and farfetched, I swear on my coveted wheelbarrow of seaglass in the garage (that's another problem) that the story below is true.
We had just arrived home from a long
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