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Michael’s mom was hot. The entire school knew it. They all talked about it. It was, simply, a fact. It was such a well known fact here in Colton County, that everyone in town knew it as well. Michael’s mom was hot. Always had been, most likely, always would be. She was just one of those once-in-a-lifetime occurrences that happens to every small town. The one and only local hottie. She was hot. The kind of hot that caused tourists and travelers to pause and wonder, “what is a woman that looks like that, doing in a shitty town like this?”. She was that kind of hot. She was the kind of hot that allowed her to slide by through life. The kind of hot which guaranteed she would always be taken care of by men - either by men she was f*****g, or by men that hoped someday they’d be f*****g. Eithe
