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I’m excruciatingly ticklish. I’d rather be tortured than tickled. Ticking is torture. It’s nothing short of child abuse.
I realize this makes me an outlier. Few people really enjoy being tickled, but even fewer would call it torture.
My father loved to wrestle around with us on the floor. He and my brother even had one of [...]
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I never saw a little girl in a bishop dress until I moved here.
They’re just not worn in the North. No one puts their boys in John-Johns, either. I was unaware that those were even manufactured after 1963.
Upstate New York, where I’m from, is too steeped in its ethnic and working-class roots for that sort [...]
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1. So! Just which Black Friday sale was he heading to at 2:25 a.m.? Was he rushing to get to a Tanger Outlet mall that already opened at midnight or was he going all-American and making his first stop at Walmart?
2. Oh, it looks like it was Zales. Since most of us enjoy a [...]
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