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Anonymous
One time in 7th grade there was this girl who used to take off her vest in the summer and just lean back in her seat. The white fabric of her blouse stretched taut against her budding breasts, and traces of perspiration scandalously revealed sheer traces of her lacy brassiere. Sometimes a breeze from the window would stir strands of her hair to my face, and I wondered that she smelled like strawberries.
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