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Not likely. Now I felt even sillier for thinking this would work. But at least, I tried. I visited my uncle often, to help out with little fix-up jobs around the house and to help stockpile the wood for the coming winter. Many times I would be working in the yard, and I would look over and dream about those beautiful, firm legs….
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Forget it. Keep dreaming. But she was very friendly, and easy to talk to.
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