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     Almost immediately, her eyelids fluttered open. She turned slightly to look at me, then raised her arms above her head, yawned enormously, and stretched like a cat. She was smiling. My eyes were naturally drawn bus to her chest as she arched busstopwhores her bus back. Seeing bus where my gaze bus had settled, she flushed and lowered her arms, but decided it would be silly bus to cover herself now, and sat busstopwhores up bus, blushing, with downcast eyes.
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