I felt distinctly as if I were about to become the subject of an Art Frahm painting today. Walking down the street after lunching at The Market, my tights slipped completely off of my ass, down my thighs in a beeline toward the ground. The differences between me and his demure pantiless subjects were only that I wasn't carrying celery or a very
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