the inspector on the tram was surprised to encounter such an obviously alternative young man
whose breath flowed in cool waves of listerine.
he stepped off, his comfortable, clean clothing protecting his skin and social status.
he moved down the road and past the cafe's, a faint smile and an eye twinkle.
and he exposed the world to himself, like ripping the top off a box of breakfast cereal and finding your birth parents.
his hips swung down the street, golden-skinned, shining like spacecraft.
and it was a beautiful sight, to witness the full force of a young man so obviously in love with himself.
like a wee lamb to the slaughter.
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