Guillermo, the mayor, was sitting in his office staring morosely at the pictures on the wall. There were three. The largest, ornately framed, was of Guillermo himself, on his inauguration. He was wearing his chain of office and a brand new black suit and was striking a heroic pose. He had had the picture taken in a proper studio and the photographer had artfully coloured it in, so that he posed against a deep red curtain. The flesh tones were a bit peculiar, but otherwise it looked pretty realistic. On either side of it, in much smaller frames and in monochrome, were the previous two incumbents. They were both ordinary men in shabby suits.
So why was it, Guillermo mused, that somehow they looked like real mayors, and he looked like someone pretending to be a mayor?
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