and we started in on that.
The corners of the room bled into the walls. There was laughter and it was warm and I was away from my world, and everything was cleaner and more clear.
With time came darkness, and the rain continued to fall outside and into the barroom. My friends told jokes and sang, then joined me in a toast, to a Greek immigrant everyone had called Big Nick. For a moment I wondered what he would think, seeing me now, so twisted and so far from home; that moment burned away with my next taste of whiskey, stronger than reason, stronger than love.
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