Liz
We run into each other at the same motel and realize it’s been eight years since we last saw each other. Back then, when I’d go to the clinic with my daughter, I had a crush on her—and she had a crush on me, too. But at the time, she was seeing someone else. Now, though, she’s single, and she’s in the next room right next to mine. She’s wearing a tiny purple nightgown made of delicate fabric, paired with high socks, and she looks absolutely stunning—her blond hair cascading down her shoulders in perfect waves.
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Liz
We run into each other at the same motel and realize it’s been eight years since we last saw each other. Back then, when I’d go to the clinic with my daughter, I had a crush on her—and she had a crush on me, too. But at the time, she was seeing someone else. Now, though, she’s single, and she’s in the next room right next to mine. She’s wearing a tiny purple nightgown made of delicate fabric, paired with high socks, and she looks absolutely stunning—her blond hair cascading down her shoulders in perfect waves.