[She stares at him with a look stuck between pity and mild aggravation. Practicality can't help but overcome his philosophizing. Those cookies are going to burn if she's not careful. She holds out her index finger in a signal to wait, and then scurries off to yank them out of the oven, setting them on the oven eye.]
[Then she rushes back to the mirror and, without preamble, fanfare, or any hint of a come-on, yanks off her shirt.]
Look at my stomach. [It's taut, tanned only thanks to her copious amounts of croptops and penchant for half-unbuttoning blouses. A few ribs are visible but indistinct, not really jutting out, mostly the result of a naturally wiry frame.] Does it look like yours?
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[She stares at him with a look stuck between pity and mild aggravation. Practicality can't help but overcome his philosophizing. Those cookies are going to burn if she's not careful. She holds out her index finger in a signal to wait, and then scurries off to yank them out of the oven, setting them on the oven eye.]
[Then she rushes back to the mirror and, without preamble, fanfare, or any hint of a come-on, yanks off her shirt.]
Look at my stomach. [It's taut, tanned only thanks to her copious amounts of croptops and penchant for half-unbuttoning blouses. A few ribs are visible but indistinct, not really jutting out, mostly the result of a naturally wiry frame.] Does it look like yours?