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Ms. Sarah Portmeister didn't walk into my office, she cruised in... much like a blimp, drifting in on the prevailing wind, barely clearing the edges of the doorframe; she even did a turn in the middle of the room, ostensibly assessing her surroundings, but to all the world looking as if those same winds were actually guiding her actions, before drifting over to the sturdiest chair in the room (at her size, I was sure she was expert in picking them out) and settling into it as a blimp settles into its moorings.
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