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Dear Keelimepie
I'm so "comfortable in my skin," as you like your men to be, that I never take mine off. It has, in truth, just as many hair follicles as a chimpanzee's hide, but the bulk of these are inactive. Still, I like to keep it clean, and wash it at least once a day with either a lye-based or an olive oil-based soap. My epidermis is pretty blanched, as far as skins go, being a mixture mostly of potato-eating people from the Hebrides and homeless Semites who wandered around the Urals possibly ages ago. Over the years, I have had a number of small accidents that have resulted in my skin being cut open in several different places, but these were easily repaired, and, except for on the closest and most intimate of inspections, you'd hardly notice. All and all, I am enjoying being what the Buddhist monks refer to as a dungsack on stilts. I'm not sure what your own skin is like or how comfortable you are in it, but if you feel as though you might like mine, too, if its texture or its hue appears pleasing to you, write me a note with your fingers, and perhaps some day we will see what we are like to each other with most of our skins covered up.
Egbert
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