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tanned face as it moved, before her other arm placed the tube inside. With a graceful gesture she closed the cabinet before picking up the brush. Her free hand went up to move her wet, wavy red hair behind her ears as the other hand worked the faucet to wet her brush. Her pale green eyes focused forward in the mirror as she lifted her hand and parted her thin lips. The tip of her light pink tongue left her mouth as she watched herself push the paste into the bristles. Her brush followed her tongue into her mouth as it closed, the head of the brush making a bulge in her lightly freckled cheek. I smiled at the familiar sight of her mouth holding something in it. As she began the brush her teeth, the gentle rocking of her body