The Endless Streetcar Ride into the Night, and the Tinfoil ...

The electric blue sport coat draped voluminously almost to my knees, its wide lapels flapping soundlessly in the slightest breeze. My pleated gray flannel slacks began just below my breastbone and indeed chafed my armpits. High-belted, cascading down finally to grasp my ankles in a vise-like grip. ................
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