The dress code in Los Angeles is assuredly not strict. So the other customers at the shopping mall on Santa Monica Boulevard that evening scarcely noticed the newcomer in a tuxedo who had joined them in line at the flower stalls. Neither the young lady in the decal-covered bomber jacket nor the young gentleman with the sheepskin vest over his T shirt and the pith helmet saw any reason to fuss over someone evidently doin' his thing in a tuxedo costume. No, what turned their heads was the new arrival's inquiry.
"Say, what kind of corsage could you make up for...
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