Monday, January 9, 2012
Brian is sophisticated and rich in his cravat of mahogany and metallic gold stripes this evening, the latter diagonals resembling strands of tightly wound tinsel. This is a tie of weskits and pocket watches, of barred teller windows and smiling bank Presidents with mutton-chop whiskers who offer railroad tycoons a fine cigar from the humidor on the desk. Leather chairs complain loudly as these titans of new industry settle in, and the dollar signs drift and multiply above their heads.
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