A withering look, a look of contempt. The kind of look that makes a husband's shoulders sag, shrivels his soul, maybe even makes him wish unconsciously for an early death.
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Waste money on gasoline to run a power lawnmower that fouls the air with its fumes? You've got to be kidding. My dad uses a push mower on his lawn -- one previous owner, Benjamin Franklin.
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