FINBAR
November 12th 2007 FINBAR
Finbar Joyce’s back was as wide as an armoire.
If he sat in front of you at a theater, the stage would go dark. His head was proportionate, sitting atop those broad shoulders like a magically balanced boulder. Thick brows shadowed the deep-set blue eyes and gave off an air of profound thoughtfulness, as if everything he looked at sent him into bouts of contemplation. So
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