The people seemed peculiar to her, just off normal—wrong size, wrong color, wrong shape, wrong posture. One guy had on these big, black corduroy shoes—they must have been sixteens or seventeens. Loafers that looked more like model cars. Another guy was so thin he looked like a chopstick with ink on top. She could have wrapped her thumb and forefinger around his ankles. There were gaudy women, greasy-looking men, too much hair combed with combs with tines too far apart so you got that Robert DeNiro hair like when Robert DeNiro was doing the remake of that Robert Mitchum movie. People were sneezing all over the place. They did a lot of actual size stuff, too. Actual size trees. Like that. She had to be careful.
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