My Movie. I Novel. Me Story.

The bar grill type place was packed. Most likely spilling, dribbled down bristly gray chins into black eyes bruised roads. Double knuckle print lines. Just outside, summer approached, a dry hot expectation to follow the thirsty warm rash raising spring. The sun was down, below that distant ground, and rising steady over somewhere else.

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