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Phoebe’s POV
“Mom?!” I squeak out in disbelief.
There she was, standing tall with her arms crossed over her chest was no one other than Darla Louise Carter. She was what people would call timeless beauty. With flawless shiny brown hair and olive complexion, she was a sight to behold.
I still remember a few of my male classmates calling my mother ‘The MILF’, the mere thought of it still makes me cringe. Looking at her often made me feel reassured because I was the exact carbon copy of her except she wasn’t an emotional fuck-up and the fact that she had hazel green eyes whereas mine was a deep shade of forest green which I inherited from my father.
At least I would look hot when I grow old.
She was wearing a black jumpsuit with a shiny silver belt in the middle which accentuated her narrow waist and flaring hips. Her regal attire made me awfully aware of the fact that I looked anything but
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