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Perhaps it's Love (Ch #10: the Ship) (Site not responding. Last check: ) |
 | | Tasma, she couldn’t help but see Jill had grown to womanhood, like her, but it was different it seemed, to see the shape of another girl’s body in such a manner, and Jill not blinking an eye about her few quick stares. |
 | | Tasma’s dress was stuck to her thighs from the wind blowing the rain on to her like an iron on top of a shirt, and soaking into her every layer of fabric and onto her flesh. |
 | | Tasma had found the coffee pot and had filled it up with water, at present, she is putting in the coffee grounds, looking over her arms and over to the stove some four feet from her, “No, I’m aw’fly afraid I’m not any good at any of those things,” she uttered. |
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