Lois knew he wouldn’t dress up. The same curled lick of hair, black frames, white shirt, and dark slacks were tucked behind a desk he made look tiny. You look awful nice, Lois, he said.
And just who are you supposed to be, Clark?
Oh I’m just me, he said.
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