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We had our "Ted" in Minneapolis (though he was/is "Richard"), whom countless students in several art schools and ateliers had drawn or painted in nude life sessions. He'd show up on the walls at exhibitions and open houses all over, surprising to see and vaguely disturbing, because I guess we came to feel a bit proprietary about "our" model. However, the serendipity of similar experience rarely led to invitations to meet over coffee, perhaps because our common bond was, after all, that we'd all spent many dozens of hours with the same naked man. Even my wife recognized him -- presumably from my sketches and paintings!
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