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At the bar of the busy restaurant, outside the pub with a whiskey during happy hour, the source of each note of his currency is only one of a thousand little questions you would never ask the man in the three-piece suit who clinks glasses in favor of shaking hands, winking instead of expending words. Locked and loaded with charm–that’s all you need to know. For the truly envied, life is a careful waltz of never letting down one’s guard. A step back, one to the side, pivot; watch everyone; trust no one; and know that someone among friends is waiting for a foot out of place. Across the black LEDs of the lightbox, a designer coat shields the bent legs of a predator tiptoeing through the warzone of the it-crowd, his immaculate clothing never creasing. When he puts you in his sights you will back down, and if anyone reveals anything, it will be you.
[Pete Bradt] |
