Officer Thorne looked like a rough-hewn statue of a man, like a sculptor had started but walked away before finishing all the details. He had a rounded face, but no cheekbones or chin or neck, and a powerhouse chest covered by a layer of chub, making him almost cylindrical. He kept a tight, pursed grin on his face.
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MN Manmacker's mansploitation