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I'm going to try to start using "boxy brethren" in conversation. I'm not sure exactly how, but the alliteration just makes me smile.
The knock on the door was soft, soft like the woman who stood outlined by the door frame. She was tall. Tall all right, from her gams to the top of her feathered hat. Built too. She needed gams like that to support that body. Busty to say the least, her boxy breathren entered my office while the rest of her stood in the doorway. With each deep breath of hers, I thought she was starting to walk into the room.
(to be continued)
