The Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday
It had occurred to Jeff that something odd was going on yesterday, what with radio and everything, but it had appeared to pass over him. Some sort of honesty thing. Actually, Jeff was convinced that meant that Captain Subtext had clomped into town to give the people a good lesson about fearing and respecting your own fibs.
It didn't occur to Jeff that the reason it hadn't affected him at all was that most of what he said was what he thought anyway ('breasts, breasts, breasts, breasts breasts breasts').
He set up shop in the lobby, flopped over onto his desk, and started making little sketches of Captain Subtext. He could only imagine the havoc.
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It didn't occur to Jeff that the reason it hadn't affected him at all was that most of what he said was what he thought anyway ('breasts, breasts, breasts, breasts breasts breasts').
He set up shop in the lobby, flopped over onto his desk, and started making little sketches of Captain Subtext. He could only imagine the havoc.
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