Embonpoint

That little flicker of ambition in the eyes, the sanguine smile, the thumbs popping out from the oversized jeans, the hair combed in a loose ponytail. Everything in her figure suggested leadership, as if the bunch of little boys she was leading toward the mysterious corner of the park was like managing a pirate expedition on a Caribbean island in the late 17th century.

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