Bars and Despair

The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows on the faces gathered around tables. Each sip of whiskey was a fleeting attempt to numb the pain that pressed down on their souls. Lost eyes met across the room, sharing a silent understanding of mutual suffering. The crashing of glasses and the murmur of
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