about six years ago) where my late Husband and i used to frequent, these two fat women would sometimes visit; between the both of them, there had to have been some 750 pounds. They both were fat. Anyway, a certain slender woman, Nan, had something to say, concerning the two; the look on Nan's face, and her facial expression was very telling.
Nan said something to her beer buddy about the condition of the floor; she added, not wanting to be mean-spirited. Concern, not meanness, was written all over Nan's face. You see, the building was about a century old; the pinewood floor was in bad condition, there were quarter-sized holes here and there; you could see into the basement, had a light been on down there.
Yep, Nan was no angel, but doggoneit, she was evidently brought up well enough to not go around shaming people.
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