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Frida Kahlo Syndrome

His eye was caught by a tiny foot and slender ankle peeking out of an open car door. As he walked forward pensively, his eye followed the smooth, tan leg that was attached to it. he paused for a moment at the white bikini bottoms, continuing up a long, slim torso. Her arms were thin and her long but still tiny fingers were playing with her wavy hair, shining jet black in the sun. She didn’t have a big chest, but her gentle curves were still inviting. Her facial features were well defined and her lips were full and luscious, just asking to be kissed.
It’s love! He thought as he walked right into her car. When she lifted up her sunglasses to look at the sound he had made, he got a full-on glimpse of the hairy beast that should have been the space between her eyebrows.
He darted behind another nearby car in the parking lot, hoping he had avoided her discovery

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