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The girl was prettier than the sexy voice, distorted by static, did her justice, with her long legs hidden inside black ski salopettes, with the shoulder straps loose at her sides. She wore a pink t-shirt with the words don’t even think it stencilled in grungy blue type on the front. Her long black hair hung loose, framing her almond-shaped…
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