random thoughts
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As I wander amongst the busts and fine oil's adorning my paneled walls, one hand tucked into the soft velvet pocket of my smoking jacket, a jacket handed down to me from my grandfather and monogrammed with the family seal, with the other hand I raise the cigarette holder to my mouth and puff, I preen my beard and I occasionally cast aside any dust I may see built up on one of the fine artifacts. As I wander the corridors and rooms I wonder "what is the perfect family?" and into my head pop fine images, a brusque looking fellow of a portly gait, this must be the father, small round spectacles sit atop his fine boars nose and a pipe appears from beneath his wowzer, his shirt is worn open proudly showing off his alligator skin torso, several scars from wars fought and hunting battles tell tails of a man of courage. Sturdy legs on this chap, the legs of a fine horse with hooves to match, but the hands and arms of a man yet slender, with manicured nails. Holding a short crop of fine woven leather he gently taps the palm of his hand with some menace, not in wait but in preparation for any discipline that may need to be administered.