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She was dressed in a t-shirt that did nothing to conceal her large bosom, and which ended a couple of centimetres over the waist of a pair of blue shorts whose slightly frayed bottoms were stretched over her ample thighs. That is the kind of person Dina was. Only much later, when I met their parents, did I realise that Dina took after their father and her sister, Betty, after their mother. Awful.” Taking off her shoes and socks, she wriggled her toes in the grass with a pleased sigh. Everyone knows such people, and probably most people have known at least one teacher like that. “So you’re Dina’s best friend ever. Betty, robed and with some kind of cloth wrapped around her head, was already there, and greeted me with a grin.
