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Could be that after a few weeks in the bar, Ben's stopped checkin' his door t'see if it opens. Could be, in fact, that he's lookin' better than he has in a good long while, like maybe he's been sleepin', eatin', livin' a life that ain't fulla shit he don't want to deal with. And that means that tonight he's actually down in the bar, at least for a few hours. He's got a bowl of somethin' that's kind of like nuts but tastes like sweet in his mouth and a newspaper from what he thinks would be a couple weeks ago, back home. It may be takin' him a good long while to make it through even a couple sentences, but hey, least he's trying.
And later, when the moon comes up and the bar's quiet he's outside by the lake. Got a jacket from Bar, long, thick leather, cuts the cold real nice 'cause his grey one's meant for Oklahoma nights, not this. He skips stones, back against a tree, but for anyone gettin' close enough to see his face there's a smile there, maybe.
'least, more of one than there ever was before. Today might be one'a the few days he ain't gonna mind at all havin' company, outside or in.
And later, when the moon comes up and the bar's quiet he's outside by the lake. Got a jacket from Bar, long, thick leather, cuts the cold real nice 'cause his grey one's meant for Oklahoma nights, not this. He skips stones, back against a tree, but for anyone gettin' close enough to see his face there's a smile there, maybe.
'least, more of one than there ever was before. Today might be one'a the few days he ain't gonna mind at all havin' company, outside or in.