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He rests his head next to mine, the mattress shifting and bouncing with his movements. Still staring at my boob, he reaches up and cups it in his hand. “Heavy,” he says quietly. How sweet. And utterly romantic. I’ve never been told I have a heavy boob, but by God, it makes me smile.