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| . Elizabeth Channing | Aug 10 2008, 06:21 PM |
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"Lizzie!" The young lady exclaimed, extending her hand to Charles. She bobbed her to the side and smiled. Unlike Charles Bannerman, Elizabeth signaled for her change. It's not that she didn't like to help people, but she worked hard for her money and spent only when she felt necessary. Everything about her physical appearance was quite unadorned. She was dressed in a ratty folded funnel collared sweater of an insipid gray. It had deep pockets, and patches that stuck out like sore thumbs. Several rather large loose buttons ran down the front, and although they matched the sweater, they were in a word - tasteless. The white buttoned up shirt that followed underneath was clearly an excerpt from a man's wardrobe, along with the paisley tie that flopped down in front. There was a glistening silver chain that hung from the belt loop of her dingy corduroy pants into her right front pants pocket. Inside the pocket the shape of a large Stiletto folding knife was evident. Across in the other pocket was a handful of Best Friend Dog Treats. The cuffs of her pants folded to her feet, where a beaten pair of black and white Saddle Shoes with frayed laces, awaited. Yet despite her impoverished semblance, and utter disregard for feminine fashion, Elizabeth Channing was strangely beautiful. She stood patiently and anticipated her change, before taking a seat at the table where she previously emptied out her pockets. There she waited for her lunch. |
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| Too many customers. [ open ] · Nov. 5, 1946 -- | |
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