Wednesday, April 3, 2013
This evening's striped tie is of deepwater blue and kidglove grey. He affixed his stickpin to his ascot and carefully buttoned his waistcoat. Peering out the window, he noticed the clouds gathering on the edge of the horizon. "Patterson, please tell Greyson not to saddle up the horses for the ladies," he said. "We're sure to get some weather soon." He shrugged into the proffered morning coat, took the finely brushed bowler, and went down to excuse himself from breakfast.
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