I had my hand on the table and his sweaty palm rested on top. He asked for digits. And for a split second spending time with him in the daylight flashed through my mind. It was unpleasant. For one thing he would be too sure of himself. He would smile with all his teeth. And he would be extra nice to middle aged women as if they were once his fourth grade teacher and he their pet. Kiss ass. Here was a grown up all American thumbs up type of a kiss ass.
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