Shi
—crossed her legs, she
uncrossed them, she
stroked her legs, she
watched them—
shimmer like pink sculpted miracles,
consummately shaded by potlights of the gallery where
modern dames peered out jealously from failed Michelangelos—
—crossed her legs, she
uncrossed them, she
stroked her legs, she—
Wink
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Very sharp. Dig the ending.
--William Tucci
Full of little unexpected things. I like surprises.