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It was around 3 p.m. I found a stool and sat down. The bartender came up. Lonely looking guy. Didn't have any eyelids. Had little green crosses on his fingernails. Some kind of nut. There was no avoiding them. Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or arngy was just stupid. I had no chance. I had no choice. Just hang on and wait for the end. It was hard work. It was the hardest work imaginable. I forced myself to look at the bartender.

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