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Still traumatised after my daughter took me into an Ann Summers shop. She'd spotted a pretty bra in the window and went in to try it, I went with her, the changing room was right at the back of the shop - 'nuff said, but when she was in the changing room I waited outside and I looked around taking inthe surroundings and right in front of me was a wall of boxes full of those rampant rabbits things! She got a fit of the giggles at my shock, though quite why anyone would want to get intimate with something that needs batteries or comes with a warranty is quite beyond my powers of comprehension.
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