That word kept popping up all over the city. If only it were lit up in neon, or broadcast across the infinite number of super hi-def advertising LED screens on the side of every downtown building. It would have been really helpful if conspire was some kind of new designer fragrance or trendy vodka. Instead, it was scrawled across blank surfaces, or on hastily assembled dot matrix display boards. That meant trouble.
If a size is not listed, it is sold out.