They were a rectangular couple. Her fringe was rectangular, as were his glasses. Their teeth were rectangular. Their lips. So, to an extent, were their sentences: the pronunciation of every word very careful and neat and sanded with tidy corners. Even the watch on her wrist was a rectangle. When he stared at her watch, and noticed the time, he yawned and his mouth became rectangular in shape, like a letterbox, and he declared that it was time for them to leave the party.
“Oh, don’t be so square,” said his wife.
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