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very wet anymore, it seemed moist and clammy. The towel felt good. Her burns were a little tender, but didn't hurt much. She gently patted the streaks on her belly. |
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When she was done, she stepped into the warm-up pants and pulled them up. They were soft and clingy. They seemed to trap in the heat of her skin, making the burns feel slightly worse. Otherwise, they felt wonderful. She put on the jacket. She raised its zipper to her throat, then lowered it a few inches to let some air in. |
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She rapped on the mirror. |
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'Yep.' He opened the door and came out. The sweatsuit came with him. Drooping and baggy. He looked like a kid lost in the clothes of a giant. |
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Denise laughed. Kara, grinning, shook her head. |
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'Your dad must be a pretty big guy,' Tom said. |
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'You aren't gonna lose your pants, are you?' Denise asked. |
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'If I do, you'll be the first to know.' |
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'I'm not sure anyone will know,' she said. |
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'Look at this,' he said, and pushed his right sleeve up to the elbow. His forearm showed a red crescent of teeth marks. But the skin wasn't broken. |
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Denise pursed her lips. 'I did that, huh?' |
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'You should see what you did to her,' Kara said. |
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Denise lifted the bottom of her jacket. |
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