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At some point I really need to figure out what is wrong with Sarah's right eye (your left). Has she got a twitch? Is it Lyme's disease? She may have squirted a lime in her eye. Or perhaps Doug had something to do with it. Sarah and I had a lot of problems hugging while in costume; I'd learned to allow for her breasts when putting my arms around her, but my own prodigious rack added a whole new set of variables to the equation. New euphemism for hooters: "Variable Set." Why? No reason. |