Almos and his band of Afghan handy men still clean certain areas of Cherry-Beasley. Almos wears a sports coat that looks like a K-Mart knock off. He leads with a swagger, a little panache and a touch of verve. Sinatra in his lean years come to mind or Bobby Brown on a high. Almos has discovered the American smoke break. He now smokes a pack day while at work. He and his henchman go to the designated gazebo for smokers, light up and pontificate. Marvelous.
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