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Silver Dollars


I thought women had silver dollar nipples not ones that look like balls of scrunched up panty-hose. I feel like a whore with my nipples so puckered like they sucked seeds from lemons. I cover them. I cover them with the dainty dress my daddy bought me and tug the silk slip below my knees. Maybe the man on the corner will give me two silver dollars if I give him my pantyhose.
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