Mary-Beth Gaskill
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“Okay, I brought apples, bread rolls, crackers, and sandwiches.” Your girlfriend listed off all the food items she had laid out on the picnic tent. You laughed at her punctuation — it was one of your favorite traits.
You basked in the afternoon sun, which highlighted Mary-Beth’s warm skin. She looked like an angel, and you knew it. She knew it too.
Her hand moved to yours, to which she lightly caressed you. With a smile, and some blush, she met your loving gaze.
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