His beret had slipped, and now she saw how bald he was, the sun gleaming off his hairless pate, at least until the top of his head was fully covered by the dung of a passing vulture.
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J’accuse
“You’ve dropped your gut, haven’t you?” she demanded. He shook his head and grinned. He hadn’t so much dropped his gut as flung it down, fully evacuating every forsaken corner of his grossly inefficient intestines and exposing to the world the foulness that their waste-smeared folds had for so long concealed.