You walked in that bar. You just had to. You don’t even remember its name. You have no idea where it is. And it doesn’t matter. You just knew that was where you had to be. All those details…pure minutae.
It was dark. It was dank. It was a bar. You expected no less. So you sat down at the bar, because, well, it was the bar.
And then it happened.
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