An older man, absolutely disheveled and accompanied by a truly horrible tie is listening to Gina (or THE DISGRUNTLED WOMAN WITH THE PAMPHLETS) with rapt attention, eyes only slightly wild. He has at this point, collected his own share of pamphlets, sticking haphazardly out of the pockets in his green blazer.
He adopts a thoughtful stance, cradling his chin in his hand and brushing his thumb over his thick mutton chops, nodding slightly every now and then to indicate doubly that he is listening. He waits patiently for her to finish.
“I have a question.”
His voice is rough, like his throat his raw, burnt, or both.
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He adopts a thoughtful stance, cradling his chin in his hand and brushing his thumb over his thick mutton chops, nodding slightly every now and then to indicate doubly that he is listening. He waits patiently for her to finish.
“I have a question.”
His voice is rough, like his throat his raw, burnt, or both.