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Smitty went down to the local bar as he did every Thursday since that dreadful night. The sweet ale and stale smoke was the only way he could relax anymore now that
her stalker was out on parole. His toucher moustache made him look like a bad impersonation of Tom Sellick. It didn't help that he wore
a clown suit, two purple Christmas tree ball earrings and a stupid hat with
a plume and tule and the whole bunch of frilly bits. She was happy to see that she was not the only one to have accesorized that day. Her aunt had even dressed for the occasion. She wore expensive leather
bodices, gauntlets, spats and merkins.
Her alzheimer's made her believe that she had been living in the renaisance period.
