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... beer. There was an old Southern rock record playing. I didn't recognize the music, in fact, I don't think it was music that you would find in the real world, and yet somehow, I still knew that it was way out of date. This place was like stepping back in time.
The furniture was mismatched, and the tables were so old and fogged over with grime that they could probably never be clean. There might have been seating for fifty but there were only ten or so NPCs scattered about.
“Don't ...
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