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I used to sit at the window on the second floor of my house and watch her cut the grass. She liked to wear white or cream colored shorts and t-shirts. Even in late April and early May when she didn’t have a good tan her bronze skin glowed. She had dark blonde hair that she kept short and neat. She was small—just over five feet tall. But she didn’t have the squatty little body that some short women have. She had nice legs and a tiny waist that made her ass even more attractive.

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