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OOM: A dream of death and monsters.]
Atton stumbles downstairs, rubbing his shoulder a little. The kolto pad itches and stings in a distinctly unpleasant fashion, after all.
He goes straight for the Bar to get cigarettes and alcohol. He has a feeling he's going to need them.
[Tinytext tag: Thy Kingdom Come.]
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"Nah, all looks good t'me."
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"Atton? Are you all right? Was it a nightmare?"
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"Ye well?"
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