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the busts, bubbies, udders, knockers, branched and flowering tits that were a
part of the female of whatever species, he as a farm boy had been well aware
from an early age, but except for clutching social handfuls of bosom from time
to time, much as a nursing baby does, after he grew big enough to take girls
out, or using them for a pillow on a picnic, he tried to steer as clear of them
as of the abominable connection with domestic animals (especially the
licentious she-goat) that could send an innocent boy to hell. Somehow
synonymized in his rural mind were beasts and breasts . . .
--From Variation West
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