"I have to be honest", he said.
Doesn't that always worry you? Why do you have to be? Very few people are, in truth. Doesn't it usually mean that you're about to say something a little outspoken and, really, you're just preparing your listeners for it?
Anyway, he had to be honest.
"I'm a breast-man. I don't know why. I just love them.
They're just... lovely".
His face was enraptured, his eyes far-away and wistful. There was no doubting the truth of his words.
His audience, two baggy-bosomed mothers-of-four, smiled at him indulgently.
Good job they love him.
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