She looked like a 1930’s gun moll. Sitting alone in the bar like that.
Smoking her cigarette.
Or rather she looked like a 1930’s era actress playing a gun moll.
Tough, sexy, sophisticated. Smarter than all the stiffs she hung
around. That kind of thing.
I had to laugh. She probably never heard of a ‘Gun Moll’. I could just…
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