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IN PRAISE OF MOM
My mom is a plain jane. If you were to pass her in the super market you'd probably not give her more than a quick glance and move on. She is a petite woman who stands about five feet four with a lean athletic body she maintains with a daily jog. Her eyes are a pale blue and seemed to have a perpetual sadness in them eeven when she was happy. Her breasts are still quite firm and jiggle enticingly under her t-shirt whenever she neglected to wear a bra. To see the two of us walking down the...