MY SINECURE IS THIS MONOCHROME BRUTE
Well, the hub-caps were shiny : she was wearing a glare,
some Spanish-style shirt with too many spangles. She
kept bending down, pretending to look in the mirrors
of the cars to check her splendid face. So funny, all of
it. Is this the defining moment of any Elks-field car
show, or are we just supposed to line up for beer?
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