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dizzy_landJohn peered critically at himself in the mirror: bright blue eyes, dark hair, proud chin. For some reason, he just couldn't get his cravat to look right this morning. Tom would have laughed. He always looked so nice. Even in shirtsleeves and with two days growth of beard...
But Tom wasn't here. Neither was Ben or even Rutledge who was an evil slave-owner but definitely had good fashion-sense and the youth, height, and looks to pull it off.
With a huff of annoyance, whether it was because of the cravat, his short stature, or because none of those men really understood what he was trying to do, the Boston lawyer left his temporary lodgings and walked down Main Street.
But Tom wasn't here. Neither was Ben or even Rutledge who was an evil slave-owner but definitely had good fashion-sense and the youth, height, and looks to pull it off.
With a huff of annoyance, whether it was because of the cravat, his short stature, or because none of those men really understood what he was trying to do, the Boston lawyer left his temporary lodgings and walked down Main Street.
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