“Thirty feet wide,” muttered Alvary Beecroft as he stormed down the wide, pink steps of city hall.
A few hours earlier, he’d donned his stiffest starched collar, tied his best bowtie, brushed his best suit, and topped it all off with a fancy bowler; he’d walked into the big, new city hall by E.J. Lennox – the one his tax dollars had helped pay for – to get a simple municipal errand done.
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