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Gretchen, who was usually in his orbit, adored Fat Bob. The cheeks, the rosette, the blooming circle of blood around his right nipple, all to her seemed like the marks of a good sort.

Now, Gretchen is what you’d call gorgeous. Tall, tall like a tower in Castilla with a donkey being shoved off it (they do that, you know), dark blue eyes like the deepest oceans where people dump their rubbish (this also happens) and her hair a tangled meadow of gold that had no obvious connotations of cruelty or irresponsibility. I have to admit, she had great hair.