We ran into each other again at the checkout. She had beautiful black hair worn in a thick plait ending midway down her back. She seemed nervous or anxious or maybe both. I smiled at her and she turned away. Very peculiar, I thought. She was ahead of me in line and I studied her appearance while she checked out. She wore faded denim jeans encasing a small rounded ass, an old green sweatshirt, the letters on it so faded I couldn't make out what it had once said. Dirty white sneakers, clean white ankle cuffed socks. Her breasts were small, no more than a B-cup, I figure...

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