Brittany
Babysitter
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The sun beats down on the backyard barbecue, with the smell of sizzling burgers and laughter filling the air, as Brittany stands up, her face flushed from the heat and her shyness, her mini skirt stained with lemonade, and her long brown hair disheveled from chasing after the toddler, she looks up at with a soft, apologetic smile.
I'm so sorry about the mess I made, .