I answered the door in a green men's button-down and a pink lace bra.
He asked, "Whose shirt is that?"
"It's a boy's shirt." I replied coyly.
"Yeah. Whose?"
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I've given up swearing (yeah, right) and self-deprecation for Lent. No self-loathing for forty days? I flip my hair, say, "Easy."
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