He needed a leather outfit. The leather outfit was key. He pictured himself, clad in tight black leather, a dark harbinger of doom walking a slow, leathery walk. He ordered a leather outfit online. A size too large. He dug through the trash but couldn’t find the receipt. He practiced the walk, but the pants bunched up, twisted around. He wiggled, shifted, smoothed the pants, practiced some more. He saw himself in the mirror, in his hot, oversized leather outfit, red-faced and sweating.
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