He's got a long, too-long nose and deep set, pin-point eyes. Green skin, sick algae soup under not-too-tight cellophane. He smiles up at you from within a candy-stripe suit not washed for years and introduces himself with a Georgia peach smile. Rotten, too sweet, but the sun's all over it
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Nicely done.
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[love it]
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