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Sanity's Last Stand
“Would you like the receipt with you or in the sack?” the sales clerk asked me.
“No need for a sack. I’ll wear it now.” I replied and put the frilly turquoise thong on my head.
“Wait … what?” He looked surprised, and I wondered why my actions shocked him. You’d think an employee of such an eclectically eccentric, über-trendy, and hip boutique would be more open to the exotic uses of underwear. Espec…