Like your mother.”
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I nodded. She bounded to her feet, her teardrop-shaped breasts quivering. I was naked, too, my braid of auburn hair sweeping down my back. “I’m eager to find out.” I grabbed my phone. We had the house all to ourselves. Decades.”
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