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She stops to stare at her reflection in the shop window, lined up with mannequins and advertisements of dashing women lounging on beaches of eternal paradise. She is gazing at me, but she is looking at her stomach, brows furrowed in distress, at the way it looks in her floral top. Gently, but swiftly, her hand touches the soft curve of her thigh; the other hand grips her purse a little too tightly.

She frowns: I smile.

Beyond the glass of her insecurity, her thighs resuscitate me.

Description
She stops to stare at her reflection in the shop window, lined up with mannequins and advertisements of dashing women lounging on beaches of eternal paradise. She is gazing at me, but she is looking at her stomach, brows furrowed in distress, at the way it looks in her floral top. Gently, but swiftly, her hand touches the soft curve of her thigh; the other hand grips her purse a little too tightly.

She frowns: I smile.

Beyond the glass of her insecurity, her thighs resuscitate me.