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Meeting people is funny. Last week I caught myself breaking the ice of a new friendship unpredictably. I told them about the time I sent a photo of my vagina to my mother. New person and I laughed our ribs to bruising and begged each other for our breath. I forgot the things that happen to me can be funny…connective. I think I swore my mother to secrecy. Don’t worry mum, I was in a speakeasy.