第6页 Prologue

^^"...fuck if between the handcuffs and the slipperiness of this char's leather upholtery, the only way I can keep myself from spilling my ass ignominiously onto the goddamn floor is to lean back until I'm reclined at an angle just short of detention-room nonchalance but well definitely past courtroom contempt."
**"'When you look good, you feel good,' the salesman also promised me. Guaranteed it. So when I get home I'm goting to ask for my $129 back, because I don't like the way I look. The way I feel. I feel like my suit - cheap, itchy, and comping apart at the seams.'"
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