A man walked in wearing an expensive suit that somehow didn't fit him right. Two other men followed, also in suits, also looking out of place. Then a girl came in, blonde, chewing gum, in a sequined minidress, her hair all piled on top of her head and too much makeup on. She sat at the bar, looking bored. The bartender gave her a martini without her asking. She must be a regular, I thought.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Sunday Six: The Mob Doll
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