“…because he is not coming or else not in the way that she wants she instead flirts with faces whose main defining characteristics are a mustache the reflection within its mass of bristles of a flower stalk tucked hastily out a button-hole and the sort of monocle cheaply manufactured in the North that screams I am not an American gentleman…”
Suzanne Marie Hopcroft, “Miller vs. Winterbourne”
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