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<p>A reader writes: </p>
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<p>More than just a few years ago a buddy and I sat on the porch of our rented house in a famous New England woman&#8217;s college town sipping beers on a sunny Saturday watching the beautiful coeds walk on by when he turned to me and said, &quot;You know they always look a lot better when you don&#8217;t know em&quot;.</p>
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<p>I&#8217;m staying <a href="http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2007/12/email-of-the-da.html">out of this</a>.</p>
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