Mallahands (so soft!) breezed right through, after a glaring and short session of "meet the press" (MAN is he gray under those bright camera lights—but check out that suit...positively Warehouse for Men!) in which he refused to concede defeat, and the optimism in the room borders on the superstitious/sickening...the crowd simply refuses to acknowledge the obvious and crushing failure! (Please god...please God...please God...)
"Have faith, baby! Have faith!" A very well dressed African American woman in her late fifties consoles us. We assure her that we are properly consoled.
There are still close to two hundred people here, milling around, sweating, laughing, being middle-aged and monied, even though Mr. Mallahands packed out fifteen minutes ago to make time with his cakey, cakey Mrs. Mallahands.
Huh. Optimism is the only thing keeping these people here. It sure isn't the food...

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