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10 January 2007

The mist had rolled in off of the sound, giving the impression f being in a room too small, in an unheated house. He pulled his jacket ighter around his chest, and continued the trudge to the bar.

Yellow light spilled out of the ancient doorway into the street, and the warmth of human bodies, and smell of spilled beer grabbed him a in a physical embrace. onight was Game Night, and the guys awaited.

The asphalt, strip malls, and endless acres of subdivided and covenanted houseing seemed another world.

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