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about a bank robbery and a large, ornery duck. The bathroom door closed with a light click and she turned on the lights. "Ugh," she said, squinting. The shower sputtered on and Prisha removed her night-shirt, an oversized black Cage the Elephant tour schedule crumpled to a heap on the cool tiles at her brown feet. She stood for a moment, waiting for the water to warm. Her dark nipples rose and fell with her slow breaths. She wasn’t particularly thin nor was she fat. Prisha’s had c-cup breasts, wide hips, and a little cellulite dimpling her well formed butt cheeks. Charcoal hair rested between her shoulders in thick locks that she was very proud of. Her Indian genes had given her many gifts for which she was thankful. Hot, soapy water ran between her toes. She