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TALENT
WIP.
PERSONALITY.
WIP.
MESSY HEAD.
“Win something for me out there, yeah?” The bartender glows neon. He’s one of your kind. You down the rest of your cup, whiskey burning a pathway into the pit of your stomach, open like a grave. Smiling like a snake, you tell him:
“Don’t expect any presents. I’m putting every penny into my own pockets.”
“Save enough for the telephone,” He says. It’ll be a long walk home.
