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A few years ago I went through a phase during which I shot everyone and everything through the shower door. Toothbrushes. Combs. Naked ladies. Naked ladies with toothbrushes and combs. I grew out of it, but not before becoming extremely odd. Many would argue, quite correctly, that nothing has changed on that score. |
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