A fan is like the thighs of a woman: It opens and closes. A good fan opens with a flick of the wrist. It produces its own weather—a breeze not so strong as to muss the hair.
A fan is like the thighs of a woman: It opens and closes. A good fan opens with a flick of the wrist. It produces its own weather—a breeze not so strong as to muss the hair.
A fan is like the thighs of a woman: It opens and closes. A good fan opens with a flick of the wrist. It produces its own weather—a breeze not so strong as to muss the hair.
A fan is like the thighs of a woman: It opens and closes. A good fan opens with a flick of the wrist. It produces its own weather—a breeze not so strong as to muss the hair.
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