Standing by her Man (in a built-up area)

His skin was as flaky as his jokes.  His flab was making a bid for freedom over his belt.  His hair was as thin as the riskiest ice.  His face was as lined as graph paper.  Nothing to see here, she said when anyone tried to linger. Move along now.

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