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us. I stifled a laugh. This was even better than I’d expected.
“Mom, wait,” Dylan’s sister called out.
It was too late. Diane did a full twirl. The back seam of the dress, the one that had been straining since I’d first heard that soft rip through the bedroom door, gave out completely as she spun, gaping open to expose a flash of bright neon shapewear continue reading …
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