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sister used to remind me that I was a brat as soon as I turned the age of three. She
says that I used to like to torment people and got away with it due to my kid-like
exterior. I have a vague memory of being infatuated with women’s knees.
(Please note that the present day infatuation differs slightly). I remember riding
on the subway or bus, and noticing women with short skirts exposing her knees. Once
in a while, one of these women would sit next to me. I would stare at them for about
10 minutes. Then, suddenly, I would place my hand on their knee.
No one ever believed me, but I wanted to see if they were
ticklish. By the way, do not try this today.
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