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"Shit! I don't believe it! That's Mrs. Robinson!" Greg gasped as we turned the corner on our way home from the gym were we both worked. "Mrs. Robinson; like in the movie?" I asked. "Not really. I told you about Karen, didn't I?" he continued, "this is her mum," as we walked towards a middle aged, tartly dressed, bottle blonde, woman who was just the right side of being fat. "Oh! Karen!" I grinned as stories of Greg's teenage sexual conquests shot through my mind.

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