I slipped into the tent, walking under the bleachers to where Sam was waiting for the cue to go on. He took in my fluffy pink dressing gown with a smirk. “Are you a pretty princess?” “I am the prettiest fucking princess you are ever going to see,” I replied. “You think I’m going to walk through a crowd of townies in sequins and fishnets? You’re high.” “I did it.” “You do not have double-D breasts.” “I’d look sort of silly if I did,” he said. “With my shoulders, I’d definitely want a G-cup.”
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