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The End of the Wearing of the Purple PantsJessy Randall"I love these pants!" she said, wiggling her bottom around inside them. "But you can't wear them anymore," said her betrothed. "You have to wear sparkly dresses and blouses and things like that." "You don't even know the difference between a skirt and a dress," she said, "How can I marry you?" "You want to marry someone who knows girlie things? Why don’t you test me RIGHT NOW," he said. For he genuinely wanted to marry her, which made no sense. And so she began to take different types of women’s underwear out of the closets, and to hold them up and quiz him. He failed miserably and she threw the camisoles, girdles, and half-slips up in the air with glee. Jessy Randall Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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