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During dinner last night, my 2 housemates made a dare that if I wore a certain t-shirt to work, I'd get a back massage. I wore a cardigan for most of the day, but always with enough open to show the "...uck li..." When I walked in this morning, Ginevra immediately recognized the shirt (being the super cool gal that she is). But I also had to wear my shirt, sans cardigan, during a meeting...which I did. No comments from anyone. Curious. Ezra did waltz into the meeting with a camera for evidence (2nd picture).
Now that it's near the end of the day, I'm a bit more comfortable so I had Ginevra take a pic of me. Can you read the t-shirt?
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