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“I’m a tomboy. I like football and music.” Clair Meek is talking and FHM is listening. Actually, all we’re getting is “blah, blah, blah”. A lack of focus brought on by God’s gifts to Clair that are, in turn, Clair’s 28G gifts to mankind. And… actually, forget professionalism. Just talk us though them: “They run in the family,” shrugs Clair, an action that takes some effort. “I was the wee, flat-chested one. Then I turned 16 and they were there. All the boys were like: ‘Holy shit!’”
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