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I was at some school thing, taking place in the exact same school I escaped years earlier, with two of my kids and my wife, watching the third child do something no doubt charming and memorable. My oldest son and I were talking about girls, were there any he liked, etc. That led to my story about the Wilson sisters. They were both gorgeous. How gorgeous? I explained it in terms of the Cindy Crawford commercial, where she stops to drink a Pepsi. When the bus stopped at their house, all conversation ceased. Teri was tall, raven black hair, and a body that kept moving when she stood still. Jackie was a year older, auburn hair, not as curvy but actually more appealing, not as over-the-top sex bomb as Teri. It seemed like every slow-motion hair commercial ever made when they walked to the bus...
...and that's when Jackie taps me on the shoulder and asks me how I've been.
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