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( he can be found sewing up a bullet hole in his suit jacket beside the fireplace, a glass of whiskey resting next to him on the table. )
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adjusting his tie, growing quite agitated at his inability to make himself look mildly presentable today.
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waiting impatiently, tapping his oxford-clad foot on the sidewalk beneath them … they have places to be, y’know.
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