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In line at lunch, I'm buying gum & thigh high hoes & fish nets for my evening fun. The man behind me smiles. I smile. I’ve got the freshest breath in this place & the silkiest thighs any fingers could trace. According to the box, I’ll feel "elegant, bold, playful and sexy" in the sheer, soft-black, lace-top hosiery. Hand wash only. Drip dry. My gum is long lasting; it will not promote tooth decay. If I am not completely satisfied, all I have to do is return product to the address listed below for a full refund. In the car park with my bag the wind flows over me like 90% nylon with a scent of polyester. And as I return my credit card to its niche inside my wallet I think to myself: You can't put a price on being young, being alive, being minty-fresh; with every avenue open to you all eyes appreciative as you make your way through this multi-plex, new-and-improved land on sure & stylish black-clad legs.