The worst of it was that his knock-offs weren't even very good. Unless he was trying to make his plaid look like a Serape. In that case he was succeeding rather well.
I could tell she liked me from the way she stared... And from the way she'd stand in front of the window every afternoon and do a little peepshow for me. That kind of gave it away.
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