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Brown Corpus
The thought of this lonely woman sitting at her window touched him, although he was even more touched by her plumpness.
Sheer plumpness, he knew, is not a vital part of the body and has no procreative functions.
It serves merely as an excess cushion for the rest of the carcass.
And knowing its humble place in the scale of things, why did he, at this time of life, seem almost ready to sell his soul for plumpness??
The remarks she made about the sufferings of a lonely woman seemed so broad at first that he didn't know what to make of them, but after the sixth drink he put his arm around her and suggested that they go upstairs and look for her checkbook there.
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