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They were old. Worn in the way whiskey bottles are. She took off her bra without a word. The other one licked her neck. The heat came slow, like the sun rising behind the barn.

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They were old. Worn in the way whiskey bottles are. She took off her bra without a word. The other one licked her neck. The heat came slow, like the sun rising behind the barn.They were old. Worn in the way whiskey bottles are. She took off her bra without a word. The other one licked her neck. The heat came slow, like the sun rising behind the barn.

They were old. Worn in the way whiskey bottles are. She took off her bra without a word. The other one licked her neck. The heat came slow, like the sun rising behind the barn.

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