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You were in front of me and as you were paying I couldn't help but glance down and notice how pretty your feet were. Surprised at seeing a lady wearing open toed sandals in this weather, I stared longer than I should have and when I looked up noticed you staring right at me.
I looked away immediately, slightly ashamed until you left. Although I'll most likely never see you again, I find myself fantisizing about painting your pretty toes and rubbing your feet.......
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