She feels hot
Sneaky, I like to, hide and watch
She feels hot
With her hand she fans face
She removes hair,
Off her face and forehead
Opens mouth and tongue out
Licks her lips
These dry poor soft things, in the sun
She is now like a dog
With head out, of window, of the car
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