Chapter Six-3

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Since finding clothes that fit him was a never-ending challenge, he reckoned it couldn’t hurt to take a quick look at what was on offer, even if he probably couldn’t afford any of it. Just the word “bespoke” conjured up images of expensively tailored suits worn by perfectly groomed men who looked as if they’d stepped out of the pages of GQ magazine. Where would Thelonious even wear such a thing? Although it was always possible one of his photographs might win an award—at least then he’d have something to look smart in at the awards ceremony! Not surprisingly, Thelonious couldn’t reach the door handle and was forced to rap against the glass until someone finally took notice of him waiting outside. Several moments dragged past before the door was grudgingly opened by a man with a nose that

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