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Don't touch the vinyl shower curtains draped over the
bedside table. She was an immense woman and she had even outgrown mumu's. I could see the frame of the bed sag beneath her enormous
mounds of flesh she liked to call love handles. Her lover preferred to call them flapulous
or flapjackliscious or
groovin' to the analog sound of some R n' B classics on vinyl. Oh, yeah... that is the sweet
rusty trombone I have been waiting for.
