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A kid sits at the Bar. Close observers will be able to easily see the carefully toned muscles in his shoulders and back: not your average seventeen-year-old (soon to be eighteen, if he's lucky). He's relatively healthy, if you ignore the dark circles under his eyes.
Despite all this, he seems cheerful enough, twirling a blue curly straw around in what looks like a rootbeer float, next to what looks like a hotdog with every topping under the sun, half-eaten.
Terry's trained eye is on the rest of the Bar, but this appears to be a rare occasion--could it be?--that the kid is acting like, well, a kid.
Despite all this, he seems cheerful enough, twirling a blue curly straw around in what looks like a rootbeer float, next to what looks like a hotdog with every topping under the sun, half-eaten.
Terry's trained eye is on the rest of the Bar, but this appears to be a rare occasion--could it be?--that the kid is acting like, well, a kid.