My brother was a big tease. Tommy Rogers was one of his favorite taunts.
(and long brown stockings) I detest these stockings, they're coarse, brown and ugly. I hate the garters more; elastic circles that cut off circulation and fail to halt the laddering down my skinny legs. If only . . . I picture myself in warm jeans and no teasing from Tommy Rogers. I put the garters to better use, roll the repulsive stockings down around my ankles. Tommy taunts, "Who gave you jointed toothpicks for legs?" I lost it. Now, Tommy has a black eye and my nose is in the corner.
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