[Even with the sunglasses, it's easy to tell the twenty-something in the tailored suit is staring. Transfixed, even. His cup is held halfway to his face and has been for a full minute.]
...Your sweater... would make the gods weep, bro. [His voice is hushed, almost teary himself.] I've never seen anything so... so fuckin' beautiful.
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...Your sweater... would make the gods weep, bro. [His voice is hushed, almost teary himself.] I've never seen anything so... so fuckin' beautiful.