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... bric softener, and something... maternal.
Ms. Seo walked ahead of me, her soft house slippers whispering against the floor as she led me through the narrow corridor. The robe swayed with each step, hugging her hips like it was in a committed relationship.
I followed behind, trying to maintain eye contact with the back of her head.
Not her swaying butt.
Not the side of her thigh that peeked with every step.
Not the faint, hypnotic bounce of ...
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