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I saw her sitting on the sidewalk outside alone, smoking a cigarette. It was impossible to miss her. She blew my mind... not like any other beautiful woman. There was something else about her. Too pretty for me, I was afraid, but for some reason I approached her. I felt like I had to. She had short blonde hair and full lips, perfect large tits and her eyes were gorgeous. She was wearing a stark white turtleneck sweater, a very short plaid skirt, fishnet stockings and a red beret. I felt like I had seen her before. [continued below ]
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