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Oct 18, 2013 Saw a woman at the gas station playing with herself in her car. She parked so I could see her as I filled my tank. I had my sunglasses on; I watched her the whole time. She would look to me every so often, not knowing for sure if I was watching her, and I wasn't sure I was right about what she was up to until her head rocked back and her right hand cupped her left breast. Tank filled. I shook the nozzle to get every drop out. Her eyes fixed on me. I smiled, twisted the cap, and turned. It would be a good day.
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