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Agnetha returned to the bathroom, a pair of soft, blue
cotton trousers. Frida had already stripped from the
waist down. She’d propped one foot on the toilet and her
fingers were slowly spreading the healing ointment
between her legs and on her bottom.

Agnetha blushed, laying the pants on the tub frame.
Frida caught the sight of her flamed face in the mirror.
She bit her lip.

‘I’m old’, she said rather testily.

Agnetha shook her head. ‘You’re in perfect shape.
Beautiful.’

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