Stanley Chumway knew he was never the kind of person who attracted a lot of notice. He was thin, with nondescript hair and, quite honestly, a nondescript face, of which the glasses he’d worn since the third grade had always been the most prominent feature. Though he would have been an ideal target, not even the schoolyard bullies noticed him. They picked on others who were more noticeable. Now, in his thirties, his hairline was receding, and he would still only wear a hat when it was truly needed for warmth and not style. He was, of course, still single, escaping the recognition of women as well.
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