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“No thanks. My Mom’s stomach has a lot of bad scars that make it look all ropy and weird. She whispered, “Another car is coming,” as lights approached their car. "What's that?—Jack's voice!" "It is," replied her son. His hand traveled below her loose neckline, and he cupped her round breast in his hand. Such names shone brightly in the darkness, with black spaces of unilluminated emptiness about them, as stars shine in the night; but now—now it was different; now it was dawn—the real dawn.
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