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| As usual, I can't remember any of these young ladies' names. I barely remember my own name. I'd probably leave the house without pants most days if my wife wasn't so diligent about dressing me in the morning. Anyway, they continue to dance a lovely number just before Meg gets her sing on. It was about this point when I realized that, just possibly, shooting off my flashbulb in their eyes while they're trying to spin was not the brightest thing I could have done. The lesson: I'm a schmuck. |