He wore a black button-up shirt with the arms buttoned tightly at the wrists and around the neck. His black slacks were pleated beneath the black belt. His black shoes had been polished up to a mirror shine, and his bleach-blond hair in a bowl cut just confused me. He angled his body so that he was directly facing me now, waiting for me to draw near. As I did, he sidestepped so that he was standing directly in my way. “What are you doing out here, wandering the grounds?” he asked in a highish voice with a strange lilt. “Looking for you, actually. I was hoping for some fashion advice. My goal
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