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Also, I can see her nipples through the tank top. Which is bad news, considering I’m wearing boxer shorts. “Good morning, Blake,” she says cheerfully as she stares into the fridge, oblivious to how cold it is in there. “Hey, Whitney.” Don’t look at her erect nipples. Don’t look at her erect nipples.
Lmaaaaao
