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They’re not exactly what you would call your friends. More like associates. They come with the profession, the rules – the lifestyle. They wear expensive suits with black as the base color, matching the iron hidden beneath their suit coats. Fair-haired women sometimes accompany them, dressed to impress, smiling uncertain smiles.
Written: December 29, 2001.
Originally published in February 2010 by blink-ink [defunct].
Copyright © 2001 – 2016 by Brandon L. Rucker. All Rights Reserved.
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