He looms a dark-haired giant, the cloth of his tuxedo enough to dress three men.
“He created you, as he did I?” he asks.
The pair of women in flapper dresses clasp hands. The white girl speaks. “Yes—”
“But not exactly as he made you,” her black partner finishes.
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