jowl
The younger of the tax guys - I’m pretty sure his name is Mike, or Mark, or Mick, or something - has been doing my head in today. His sallow jowl is looser and flappier than usual - it hangs like a swatch of burlap about his chin, like a frumpy valance in an etiolated council maisonette, or maybe it’s just me, I haven’t been feeling too well myself lately.
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