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Glenn
Glenn was in the shower room, smearing brilliantine into his unruly hair. But try as he might, it simply refused to stay back in the slick, fashionable look so many of his pals wore. One of the mechanics strolled inside, covered from top to toe in motor oil.
“Nice look, David,” Glenn couldn’t help but laugh, although the poor guy had probably spent the better part of his day beneath a leaking aircraft.
David scowled at him, before his glance fell on the jar of brilliantine and a lazy grin spread on his lips. “Going on a date?”
“Nothing special…” Glenn wouldn’t admit that he was more nervous than when he’d asked big-breasted Suzie to go out with him as a junior in high school.
“Has to be pretty special. I’ve never seen you trying to put that slick stuff in your hair.”
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