I remember an aunt of mine, Living-in-Washington, DC-high society in 1969 - Jessica. She wouldn't let me sit at her breakfast table until I (at 16 years old) showed her my shaven limbs and (even!) axillae! I wonder what the omlettes tasted like...Right on, Sister! ... I mean, daughter!

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