Cheltenham: CHS Facade edition with preface

#159
Things is tough. I need a break, pal.
He threw the mitt and softball into
the back seat of the station wagon.
He thought of stopping at the Esquire
Bar at Five Corners. The gang was
going elsewhere, but he needed a break.
They kept saying things to him about
his wife. She wasn’t just a little hoity-toity,
but a psycho hose-beast. He thought he
was moving up in the world. He stood by
the station wagon. Everyone had left. It
was the end of the goddamned season,
too, he was married, a kid on the way,
and he knew himself for a corpse. As
an airplane flew over, he wished he had
just jumped out of it. Things is tough.
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