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13/10/2005
She was a dark brownskin woman - the color of fresh gingerbread hot out of the oven. In fact, I used to call her that - my gingerbread girl. She had plenty enough of that pretty brownskin flesh to fill your arms up with something substantial when you hugging her, and to make a nice background for them dimples in her cheeks and other places I won't go into detail about.

~Becky Birtha, "In The Life", Lovers Choice, 1987

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