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He had this inkling in the back of his mind that he’d seen this awful fashion before. Somewhere, somehow, he had. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. But it was bad. A vest over a jacket---which was more like another hooded vest---and a flannel shirt underneath. Shit it was so bad. It was the worst fashion he’d ever laid eyes on.
And yet it felt familiar.
Staring at the other, he refused to look away until he figured it out. It was on the tip of his tongue now, only after around five minutes of staring at some dude he didn’t know. Or did he. After all, he’d seen it. Somewhere, somehow. And he doubted two different people would wear that travesty.
And then it hit him.
Slamming his hands down on the cafe table he was sitting at, he stood up, pointing at the man.
“Marty Mcfly!”







