It was Matt Cadd's birthday and he'd ordered a new suit. But the jacket didn't fit, his haberdasher was crestfallen, and his tailor was closed.
Back home, trenchcoat on a hanger, fedora on a shelf, he smoked, drank, and brooded to Sinatra.
"I like it 'My Way,' too, Frankie boy."
50 Long--right off the rack
A twenty-hit nail-biter
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*SF 12 MIL 9*
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