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The house, once vibrant and welcoming, now seemed to sag under the weight of neglect, the lawn overgrown and wild like untamed thoughts. She reached for the soap, her hands working up a lather before they found their way to his chest. Her fingers traced the edge of the comforter, once vibrant but now dulled by dust and the passage of time. Larry couldn’t help but stare. Trust me.” Her voice, like a balm, soothed his fractured soul. The driver looked down at her, and she looked up at him while she came. Larry, who had been following her every move, silently observed from across the room. When she collapsed back onto the seat, she reached into her dress and pulled out her right tit, bending her head, licking her nipple.
