Don't underestimate
Sweater Boy! He feels the distinctive twitch of a synapse firing under
his scalp. His eyes lock on the target like a heat-guided missile. Sweater!
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This laundrymat-in-a-human-form retrieves
the knitted delight. He rubs his hands over the garment, then sniffs for
lingering perfume. Bright as a maraschino cherry, the sweater has a single
pocket, sleeves a bit overstretched, and the thick cable knit valued by
connoisseurs. Sweater Boy squats on the pavement, opens his attache case,
retrieves a plastic bag, carefully wraps the garment, and scampers homeward
with his treasure.
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