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Ian walks slowly, hands by his sides, every move casual. Calculatedly so. He looks discreetly at all around, smiling vaguely as he does. He knows what he is looking for. Looking to avoid.
He enters the club smoothly, that faint smile still in place. Really. If anyone was working hard to radiate 'give a damn', then it's Ian.
And then there should be beer. There should often be beer.
No matter what happens to - can it still be called humanity? - there will always be beer. Sooner or later.
He enters the club smoothly, that faint smile still in place. Really. If anyone was working hard to radiate 'give a damn', then it's Ian.
And then there should be beer. There should often be beer.
No matter what happens to - can it still be called humanity? - there will always be beer. Sooner or later.