a scent of stale drink was thick in the air. the masses swelled out into the streets. & liquid courage flows thru their veins. the sun hasn't even set yet and the stain of blood is on the pavement. i was rude awakened to see my good friend had been punched up for a few euros. dead sober. 6 pm. a group of strangers trying to pull an answer out of
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