Slanted The last round before lunch started with Theresa and Maureen sat at table 12 opposite two elderly gentlemen. One, introducing himself with a handshake as John, had a greying walrus moustache, skin the texture and colour of the skin that forms on boiled milk and watery eyes that suggested allergies. The other, who muttered his name was Chris and refused to touch anyone, had scars running all over the left-side of his head, including his skull where his hair was shaved down to stubble, clear signs of a broken jaw, a twisted nose and an equally scarred throat. "Pleasure to meet you both," murmured Theresa, noting that Chris's eyes were at significantly different heights, and playing "SLANTED" as her starting word.
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Slanted
The last round before lunch started with Theresa and Maureen sat at table 12 opposite two elderly gentlemen. One, introducing himself with a handshake as John, had a greying walrus moustache, skin the texture and colour of the skin that forms on boiled milk and watery eyes that suggested allergies. The other, who muttered his name was Chris and refused to touch anyone, had scars running all over the left-side of his head, including his skull where his hair was shaved down to stubble, clear signs of a broken jaw, a twisted nose and an equally scarred throat.
"Pleasure to meet you both," murmured Theresa, noting that Chris's eyes were at significantly different heights, and playing "SLANTED" as her starting word.
Greg - hahaha, oh Theresa. That's some lethal letter work.
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