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. few. The drab, unhappy world of Modena was not a pleasant place to visit these days.
"How do you suppose we'll recognize him?" the woman asked.
"I don't believe we'll have much trouble," the man answered dryly. "He's an Adonian, after all."
They had absolutely no trouble recognizing him.
It was rather as if the full color spectrum had just breezed in by transport and, on arrival, blown up. The Adonian was dressed in a tight, form-fitting jumpsuit colored a deep royal blue. Over this he wore a floor-length vest made of garish, rainbow-hued silk that billowed out behind him when he walked, revealing purple socks and emerald shoes. The sight was actually a shock to the central nervous system of the conservative Modenans. The two government officials, stunned by the impact, were momentarily unable to move.
The Adonian, seeing no one else in the vicinity and assuming, therefore, that these people must be waiting for him, flung himself in their direction and exploded in their midst.
"I assume that you must be waiting for me," he cried, smiling. "I am extraordinarily delighted to make your acquaintances."
The Adonian, with a graceful gesture of his hands, flipped long black hair over his shoulders and gave everyone in the vicinity his charming smile.
"M-Mr. Ambassador." The man gave the formal greeting, though he was somewhat hesitant about it
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