But, he thought as he listened to the mechanics pounding away, there were other women. One of them had just entered. Her legs were fine, long and sleek, and sunshine lemony. Yet, there was something odd about her. It wasn't her glistening silver overall shorts or her silver hair or neon green platform shoes. That ensemble might have been odd some other time, but not in Los Angeles at the beginning of the new millennium or at the very end of the last millennium, depending on how you counted 2000. Twentieth century, twenty-first century, in his mind, Barry flipped back and forth in his head.
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