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The Summer We Wore Matching Shirts

One summer I bought husband and I shirts that matched. Not one or two, but rather ten or twelve, all thickly thatched. We rode around in them puffed up, as if just hatched. Looking like Tweedle Dee and Dumb, distorted, and insanely batched.

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