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I was staying the night at my cousin's house and we and his friends all went off to a dance at the Curling Club. Of course we all got a few Blue Star into us before hand and during the festivities. I was well on my way by the time the lights came on and we found ourselves outside. Still being the new comer (and I always would be) the boys had a little fun with me, ripping my shirt to shreds in the process. We all had a laugh and went on home. Eventually I was sitting in the den watching TV, still wearing the remnants of my shirt when I see the fuzzy image of my aunt out of the corner of my eye. Nonchalantly I attempted to place the hanging bits and pieces of my shirt were they should have been, all the while her just standing there watching me. The next day was an early one as you can imagine, with the Mrs. of the house working us like there was no tomorrow - which at that point we felt like perhaps there would not be.
Signed Jerry
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