The guy she met had prickly hair that shivered as he talked. He was a tubby guy, couldn’t have been more than five-six, five-seven, and must have weighed one-ninety. He had a squarish face and head, almost like a small stereo speaker on his shoulders. His hair stuck out an inch in all directions in a
crew cut from the fifties that she got the feeling was going to retain its viability right through the turn of the century.
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