The day wrapped warmly around the creeping evening. Pulling it in with motherly arms as the sun dimmed the lights and blew in strips of candy wonders, a lovely time for town and mercenary friendships. The appealing breath of night made the sky blush with infatuation while each glinting stream of scarlet and opal filled the ominous clouds.
'Broadway please, I'd like to see a show.'� The glazed Bearcat pushed though the night with nervous jitter, its silent headlights illuminating the dry pavement ahead.
'Which house sir?'�
'I'll see the cast of twilights. I hear it's quite a hit.'�
'Yes sir.'� The attentive gaze of stately manors lifted their aristocratic brows as the harking putter of machine tiptoed by. Each turning their shoulder to the rambunctious tunes of gentlemen. Not a thought for any decency but that of their superior notions and manners. Afraid of what a learned man could do to their pristine and devoted wealth.
'Actually Matthew, I think I'll not go to town tonight.'�

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