Meeks by Julia Holmes
Pity the poor bachelor who can’t find a decent suit to wear courting before autumn comes, because if he doesn’t find a wife by then he’ll be forced to work at the candy mint factory, or worse. Pity everyone else, too—the garbage-pickers, the soldiers, even the police—living in this world where doubt must be avoided and individuality is stamped flatter than a snake at a square dance.