"This one'll need an advocate." The woman allowed to flip through one of dozens of binders of mugshots in an Executive Administrator's guest chair announced of the little person being processed. An assistant wrote the ID number on a memo and stuck it on her arm. "Coming through, coming through," said with what voice left. Moved through a sea of heavy coat'd grown ups.
A phone call.
An order, "Take it outside."
Outside. "Well we can't just not sell papers. Lemme think. Lemme think." Snowfall on broad shoulders of a skeletal man. "Run a Best Of." The man hung up. "At least the locals will pay to put themselves on their walls. "If they win."
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