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Originally Posted by John F
"... I quietly quaffed my cognac, discreetly admiring Lana’s legs. Longer than the Bible and a hell of a lot more fun, they stretched forever, like an Indian yogi or an American highway shimmering through the Great Plains or the southwestern desert. Her legs demanded to be looked at and would not take no, non, nein, nyet, or even maybe for an answer. "
The Synpathizer by Viet Thanh Nguyen
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It sounds like they're made out of rubber....or cement!