Mytwosentences 149 (The Preston Tapley Chronicles)

(He just arrived. Inform PICKERING)

All of his adult life clothes had been a systematic repetition of perpetual insignificance, but his hair, that was a different story.

He carefully styled his hair, not so much like James Bond, more like James Dean, if James Dean spent a little extra time in front of the mirror making a possible perfect a true perfection.

(Continued from Mytwosentences 148)

(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads

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