Was hanging with D the other day and he stuck his hand down my shirt- just innocently like he sometimes hugs me or pulls my hair. He was surprised to find clevage (I was wearing a sports bra) and jumped back and said "what's that?" Before i could answer he said "Is that where the milk comes from?"
"Yes"
"Do you still make milk"
"No, Dorothy is bigger now"
"So why do you still have those?"
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