In the race to hem the world’s largest suit, who wins? After all, haven’t large suits been replaced with tight ever-shrinking leather? Didn’t the stripes run off the world’s largest suit? Isn’t that skidding stream of skyline reflection the run-off? I’m not interested in loopholes.
Just hard facts and clean hard law. Red siren makes the tire red. Red tire splashes rain water on sport coat and other torn items left behind at Bench 17, Route 578. No one refers to Route 578 affectionately when they refer to it as “The Nightowl.” No time for affection in the graveyard, while waiting, when parked, not on the bench as one would expect, but in the backfill of the grave. Passengers are standing by, checking their watches as the dark hours move towards daybreak. It may be too late. “The Nightowl” may have migrated. Flip a coin. 50/50 chance that luck won’t change a thing. That’s why it’s always smart to bring a change of clothes. These torn rags scattered around the bench just won’t do.
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