Jan pats Laurent's arm with his free hand as he leads the two of them down the street toward the cutouts. A five-dollar bill gets produced from somewhere (probably better not to ask, as evidenced by the photographer's face; it's all a tip, anyway) and Jan sets about perusing the cutouts to pick the right one, dragging Laurent with him all the while.
"Honestly, no one's really struck me as an 'oh, yeah, I want that one' yet, anyway. Oh, how about that one? I'll even be nice and be the big tiddied witch."
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Jan pats Laurent's arm with his free hand as he leads the two of them down the street toward the cutouts. A five-dollar bill gets produced from somewhere (probably better not to ask, as evidenced by the photographer's face; it's all a tip, anyway) and Jan sets about perusing the cutouts to pick the right one, dragging Laurent with him all the while.
"Honestly, no one's really struck me as an 'oh, yeah, I want that one' yet, anyway. Oh, how about that one? I'll even be nice and be the big tiddied witch."