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Body Language

Body language

I suppose I was staring

too intently at her breasts.

“Do you think they are going

to talk to you?” she asked.

Actually, they already

were but I didn’t think

I ought to tell her that.

If she was observant

my reply was hard

to mistake. “No, sorry”

I mumbled, leaving with

my Big Whopper meal,

holding the sack below

my waist to keep from

talking too much.

© Charles Elledge 1998


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