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ave noticed I have
these tits, hahaha! I started, shall we say, "developing," when I was ten --
Anyhow, I wasn't much past ten. By May of that year, I had noticeable tits,
noticeable even dressed in my white starched St. Cornelius blouse and plaid
skirt. As a shorter than average sixth grader with a "cute" -- I hated that
word even then -- round little face, they seemed bigger than they were.
Oh, sure, I'd asked about a bra -- at the dinner table, like a dope. Dad
laughed and said that with a bra, I'd
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