Bars and Regret

The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows on the faces gathered around tables. Each sip of whiskey was a fleeting attempt to numb the burden that pressed down on their souls. Lonely eyes met across the room, sharing a silent understanding of common misery. The rattling of glasses and the murmur o
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