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We were in the Santa Croce in Florence. My mother was talking as she often did about the process of things and how the capitalist system would come to an end. I switched off and noticed Odette walking nearby one of the chapels. She was alone her cousin must have been elsewhere(thank God). She saw me and blushed but walked towards us in her white blouse and blue jeans. My mother paused her Marxist talk and asked Odette how she was and where her cousin was. Odette said her cousin was with the novelist who was staying at the same pension as we were and who talked endlessly about her books and her plot for her new book set in Florence. I noticed Odette's ******* pushing against the cloth of her white blouse and how her eyes seemed to light up when our eyes met. My mother began her lecture on Italian art and the corruption of the Catholic Church. I wanted my mother to go elsewhere so I could be alone with Odette and capture each aspect of her and never forget.
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 6:46 AM UTC
PORTIA IN FLORENCE.
We were in the Santa Croce in Florence. My mother was talking as she often did about the process of things and how the capitalist system would come to an end. I switched off and noticed Odette walking nearby one of the chapels. She was alone her cousin must have been elsewhere(thank God). She saw me and blushed but walked towards us in her white blouse and blue jeans. My mother paused her Marxist talk and asked Odette how she was and where her cousin was. Odette said her cousin was with the novelist who was staying at the same pension as we were and who talked endlessly about her books and her plot for her new book set in Florence. I noticed Odette's ******* pushing against the cloth of her white blouse and how her eyes seemed to light up when our eyes met. My mother began her lecture on Italian art and the corruption of the Catholic Church. I wanted my mother to go elsewhere so I could be alone with Odette and capture each aspect of her and never forget.
A WOMAN IN FLORENCE WITH HE R MOTHER WATCHING A GIRL.
TerryCollett
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 6:46 AM UTC
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