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You're a mom of 2. Black shirt, jeans, hair up...in a place where shoes aren't allowed. I was busy looking after my own kids...and one of yours seemed ready to leave.
I'm not looking, but it wasn't easy to take my eyes off of you. And you'll probably never look at this anyway.
You're beautiful....There, I said it.
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