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Phyllis walked past me as if she didn't even see me. You fucking bitch. I followed behind her, intent on not letting her ignore me. As I walked close behind her I couldn't help but admire her slender, petite body. She was about 5'2 but couldn't weigh more than 90-95 lbs. I watched her ass move in her tight jeans as she moved quickly towards the back of the building. You can't get away from me that easy bitch.

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She always sat on the back of that ugly beat up car, a rusted box, drinking her beer. I passed her every evening, coming home. She was usually barefoot, her jeans tattered at the bottom. Some days she smoked as she drank, other times it was just the beer, watching the few cars that passed her on that backroad. I knew her name, hell, every guy in town knew her. We had all loved her in school, wanted her. She was Homecoming queen, Prom queen, student this, that.

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