I know they can’t possibly be talking about me yet I still feel a small chill when I look at this.
It’s a party held by one of the literary societies, circa 1960.
“Did you see what that Fitzsimons girl was wearing?”
It would have been diapers.
It’s a LITERARY society–we were discussing Madame Bovary…
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