The next morning, you find a small black tag sewn inside the jacket’s lining. On one side, the laundry instructions: Do not wash. Do not dry clean. Do not repent.
He adjusts his cufflinks. Skulls. Ironic. El Diablo Viste A La Moda
“What if I told you,” he murmurs, adjusting his cufflinks (onyx, skull-shaped, ironic), “that you could have it all? The show. The silence. The cover of the magazine where they call you ‘visionary.’ All you have to do is wear the suit.” The next morning, you find a small black
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