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jayashree Shankar
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A fat woman, whom her husband, slim and wiry often twitted as his better three-quarter, once reached the post office to buy some stamps.She joined the long quieue.he found almost everyone who stood in the queue or walked close by paused to give her a look over. She aquimred on her feet, wondering how she could avoid such glances. Then her inherent sense of humour came to her rescue. She said to herself rather loudly."Here, nobody seems to have seen a stout lady before".:violin:
