I’m not going to feel bad about part of my boob falling out at the farmers’ market when there were so many guys in the seventies wearing tight white pants you could see their pricks through.

I mean, so what if a sliver of my shiny areola puffed out into the open without me realizing it? My dress and bra got tired. There’s only so much you can do to restrain these puppies.

No wonder those old ladies were giving me dirty looks. And the younger women were too busy to notice, strutting their gorgeous tan legs around. That’s also probably why I didn’t notice until I got to the car. Too busy checking out the ladies . . .

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