Bella Rowall abruptly stopped trying to work loose and began to curse them in a stream of obscenity. They paid no attention. Unable to bring themselves to touch it directly, they prodded it with a pencil Jenkins took from his pocket, and found it soft and yielding like a bladder filled with half-melted grease. "Some men like that sort of thing, I guess. Myself, I couldn't touch a woman with a growth like that."
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