

Maurice Eugene DobsonMaurice Eugene Dobson, aged forty-three years and two months, is standing in the middle of a car of the A train, on his way home. He is not holding onto the pole: he stands off to its side, swaying slightly with the movements of the train, but balanced perfectly and seemingly without effort. He never holds onto the poles. He takes pride in being able to maintain his balance like this, although he knows its not the sort of quality anyone else will appreciate, and its not really something you can put on your résumé. Too bad.Maurice Eugene Dobson
He is a small man, though he prefers the word diminutive. He is five feet, four
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She's built like a Steakhouse but handles like a Bestro
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You're Just Jealous Because I'm F
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You're Just Jealous Because I'm F
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You're Just Jealous Because I'm F
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You're Just Jealous Because I'm F
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You're Just Jealous Because I'm F
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