I am trying to talk to 2 Swiss women on the beach at the Breathless Resort in Punta Cana when, as if by some secret Babe Cue, they both unsnap there bikinis simultaneously and remove their tops without a care in the world, like they were laying aside a purse or minor nuisance. Suddenly I can’t remember how to speak any of my high school French, or even to move my tongue intelligibly.
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She was maybe 20, 25 tops, and wore a long red dress. Her blonde curly locks shone bright under the stage lights and fell about her shoulders like a golden mantle. She moved like a ballerina, with purpose and grace, and when she began speaking, there was silence.
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