"Adieu, my worthy uncle. Mrs. ” He smiled and buzzed her in to the glass doors, which opened by an unseen electronic hand. Everett’s gaze dropped to the papers in his hand. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. Then she burst into a peal of laughter.
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