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There was a test-opening of the door.
Once more, it wasn't his apartment. But at least it wasn't the mirror library. It was that bar again, and he could handle the bar. The bar wasn't some creepy place courtesy of grandma. So Steve let himself in, looking around. He wasn't sure if he recognized anyone or not, but if this place was going to keep being there instead of his apartment, and it wasn't eating him, he may as well get used to it.
Once more, it wasn't his apartment. But at least it wasn't the mirror library. It was that bar again, and he could handle the bar. The bar wasn't some creepy place courtesy of grandma. So Steve let himself in, looking around. He wasn't sure if he recognized anyone or not, but if this place was going to keep being there instead of his apartment, and it wasn't eating him, he may as well get used to it.