Description in Progress II

A man suddenly appeared at the side of their table. He was small and beetle-faced, with gleaming black eyes that seemed brimming at once with wonder and avarice. His grey, bargain-basement suit smelled of cigarettes. His earlobes flipped outwards at their bases, cantilevered in the manner of the tines of a forklift.

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