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25. Diana
Red or green? That is the question. Red makes my hair look more fiery and I love that, especially if I leave it in loose locks, but green brings out my eyes. That's a pickle. "You should pick the black one." - Chelsea said and I looked at her through the mirror. - "You know, the one that makes your t**s look spectacular." "Chelsea!" - I hissed at her and stomped her way, shoving her into the room and locking the door behind her. - "Don't talk like that when Sean is home." "Oh, please." - she rolled her eyes with a barking chuckle - "That boy is sharper than we both imagined. I think he already knows that his Mamma wants to get hot and sweaty underneath a certain someone." I sighed, pinching the bridge on my nose. "Chelsea, could you be less of yourself? At least today?" - I plea
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