Amidst the noise of the vinyl 78 spinning, wearing down the needle of the record player, Joe donned a black turtleneck shell hidden beneath his smart red blazer. Who knew wearing high school colors would turn on girls? He selfishly thought they would assume he was a teenaged sports guy-something foreign to his ultra slim build. A last fiddle with his duck tailed hair slicked to the current design of high school boys, and a flashy smile was all he needed. That, accompanied with no moral thoughts, Joe crossed the driveway threshold and slipped into his ‘59 Chevy and started driving towards the school.
The Bag Lady 
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