There was a sense of refinement in the air that day.

No crows, animals, strange winds or anything else that may create the sense of eerie and weirdness. Just a bunch of people enjoying drinks in a local bar while the booze running through their veins washed away all of their sorrows.

There aren’t many opportunities to talk of something like this, why is it easier to mock the supernatural aspect of the world rather than celebrate the little things that we all have in common?

What the fuck should I know, I’m just another man.

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