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The whole time we walked to the beach, Dorothy kept yanking at the flappy little skirt covering her bottom. I looked away from the poverty of her flesh, from the weave of veins that crossed her skin.
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The whole time we walked to the beach, Dorothy kept yanking at the flappy little skirt covering her bottom. I looked away from the poverty of her flesh, from the weave of veins that crossed her skin.