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A man walks into a bar.
It used to be familiar... but it wasn't anymore.
The old musty smell of cigarets and booze was gone. The smooth sound of New Orleans jazz faded long ago.
As he steps forward, the remains of the wooden floor aches-- clink clank.
He looks up to see a tall broad man, staring back with his golden brown eyes.
He used to be familiar...but he wasn't anymore.
He watches as the man downs his half-full glass of whiskey and makes his way over, a focused gleam in his eyes.
The glass breaks.
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