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Slap on a Sleeve, Sister

The attorney for the seller was neither attractive nor young, and though I don’t think that either are necessary to be a smart lawyer, she wasn’t that either.  The only characteristic that I could see she had going for her was that she loved to argue so much that she’d usually get what she wanted because no one could outlast her endless squabbling.

I bring up her appearance because she simultaneously bickered and raised her sleeve-free arms above her head, flashing her armpits.  What was that all about? 

Maybe she meant the aggressive motion to intimidate me, like when a puffer fish blows up or a dog exposes his gums before snarling?  Or perhaps it's a move meant to disarm me, in a baboon-y ass-flashing manner?

I have no clue why everyone present had to repeatedly look at her arms, flapping without a breeze. And surely no one needed to have ample opportunity to confirm that her armpits lacked a regular relationship with a razor. Nevertheless, I wasn’t intimidated, and I wasn’t actually distracted. Though I sure as hell was repulsed by this pit-provocateur!

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