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Unformatted text preview: lo had been known to walk Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html up to the president of a bank and, in a crowd, comment on a faulty shirt and suit combo, or a drab tie. He and Harry Rex didn't get along at all. I was not about to start wearing gray suits and wing tips. He pulled out a light blue seersucker suit, found a white shirt, then went straight for the tie rack where he picked out the perfect red-and-gold-striped bow tie. "Let's try this," he announced when his selections were finished. "Over there," he said, pointing to a dressing room. Thankfully, the store was empty. I had no choice. I gave up on the bow tie. Mitlo reached up and in a skillful flourish had it fixed in a second. "Much better," he said, examining the finished product. I looked at myself in the mirror for a long time. I wasn't sure, but then I was intrigued by the transformation. It gave me character and individuality. Whether I wanted it or not, the outfit was about to become mine. I had to wear it at least once. To top it off, he found a white Panama hat that fit nicely on my shaggy head. As he adjusted it here and there, he tugged at a patch of hair over my ear and said, "Too much hair. You are a professional. Cut it." He altered the slacks and jacket and pressed the shirt, and the following day I arrived to collect my new outfit. I planned to simply pick it up, take it home, then wait and wait until there was a slow day around town and wear it. I intended to walk straight to Mitlo's so he could see me in his creation. He, of course, had other plans. He insisted I try it on, and when I did he then insisted that I walk around the entire square to collect my compliments. "I'm really in a hurry," I said. Chancery court was in session and downtown was busy. "I insist," he said dramatically, wagging the finger as if he would not negotiate for a second. He adjusted the hat, and the final prop was a long black cigar which he cut, stuffed in my mouth, and lit with a match. "A powerful image,"...
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This note was uploaded on 07/18/2010 for the course LIT 301 taught by Professor Dra during the Spring '10 term at American College of Computer & Information Sciences.

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