She was laughing with her head tilted towards the sky. The motion scrunched up her face in a strange manner and made her neck look like a fleshy peach, plump and ripe. She wore a sheer blouse that was a delicate sea-foam green, the kind of blouse that is popular with office ladies nowadays; the type that aims to convey a seriousness that is decidedly feminine. Her hair was a shoulder-length blonde, her eyes are forgotten.
It was all so fleshy, P thought. One mass of human flesh, covered in light fabric.
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