Dear 21st century believer

A man and his stories

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There I was, loosely holding on to my third shot. You had sat next to me for an hour now and I could feel you giving me frequent glances. We were the only ones left at that section of the bar because everyone else was at the lounge watching a match. I came to soothe my ache. I had a rough week making money in all the wrong ways and I thought I needed a break. I needed a break from life. I needed a life. I was about to go for another shot and you finally made a comment…

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