362/365, Mrs. Downer
The plump old woman with pendulous breasts from across the street. When I got my first brassiere, she came to congratulate me on the humiliation, the chore of extra clothing, the painful little nubs that wouldn’t hide anymore.
posted by Yvette at 10:37 PM
2 Comments:
What a perfect name for her.
Yes, and it was her real name. I get a kick out of that, too.
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