“S’cuse me?” Lester Nygaard asked. “Accents,” Jim repeated. “Can you imitate. Because… you happen to look a lot like someone…I know very well.” Jim opened up his case and produced a series of photographs. One was of a man who resembled the North Dakota born moron greatly. “His name is John Watson. He’s married… to someone I once really liked.” He slid John’s picture aside to reveal a woman with short, blonde hair. “But now she’s boring. Won’t kill him.” Lester stared at the pictures. -2
traumachu: “Oh jeez… I look like this guy?” Lester asked. “Yes,” Jim repeated. This man…
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